I hit a pigeon cycling last summer on a canal towpath
it thought that spokes were something you could fly through. I was doing about 20mph. Took fucking hours to get the blood and guts off my shins and I still find feathers in my front forks.

Although the family watching were amusing when the little girl went "daddy, the bird is OK, isn't it?" as I side-footed its remains into the canal.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 10:46, Reply)