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~ => Freewheeling => Topic started by: sam on November 05, 2018

Title: A death in the afternoon
Post by: sam on November 05, 2018
There's a branch hanging over the road. It's the same one I saw and easily avoided two days ago, wondering at the time if I should be a good citizen and try to bring it down. Guess I figured that somebody else always takes care of these things. I also had a vague notion that no good deed goes unpunished; it was big, so I could hurt myself, and on a blind bend, all the better to be hit by an inattentive motorist.

This afternoon I’m wool-gathering

(http://prettygoodbritain.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/woolgathering.jpg)
barbed wire is not recommended for this

so only notice it just as it’s about to bring me down. I duck low but it still grazes the top of my head. I think right, got to do something about this, and so set the bike against the hedge and approach the broken limb.

It's about 10 feet long. My first tug tells me it’s holding on tight. I then take it by its arms and we do a twirling dance. A few twists and it’s off. I heave it over the hedge.

A deer suddenly appears up ahead. Then another and another. Fastest pay it forward ever? If I hadn't stopped, we could’ve been meeting for our own dance.

A few miles later there’s another one, broken neck turning him into a swan in death. Bloody hell. (http://www.notanothercyclingforum.net/bikereader/contributors/joyce/roadkill.html) I almost feel like paparazzo snapping a dead Diana.

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What with me, my bike, and a dead deer on the side of the road,

(http://prettygoodbritain.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/bike.png)

soon we have company. A man with a van pulls over, gets out, and promptly informs me "He's alive." I tell him I really don't think so. "But his chest is moving." I would suggest the flies swirling around are giving the illusion of motion, but he's already put his hand on its ribs. "I guess not," he finally says, then heads off with a little wave.

Closer to home I meet a small herd of cows clomping down the lane. They stall as they approach me. Nothing the farmer shouts changes their minds, so he puts them in reverse for me to go by. He thanks me for waiting, suggests they must have been frightened by my wheels. It's a cheap wheelset, I have to agree, but hasn't given me problems.

(http://prettygoodbritain.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/cows.png)