Gags said:This morning I was riding along the Yarra trail and I had a two small birds
fly out of the bushes on the side of the trail and one of them flew straight
into the side of my front wheel. It got caught in my spokes, spun around
maybe half a dozen times (smashing into the fork on each revolution) and
then came loose and flung up into the air. I had a quick look over my
shoulder to see if it was moving but, not surprisingly, it looked to be
pretty well dead.
Not sure what sort of bird it was as it was only just getting light and it
all happened pretty quickly. This is the second time that I have had a bird
do a kamikaze run into my front wheel on the way to work (the last one was
about three years ago from memory) - maybe I need to draw a couple of birds
on the top tube to keep a tally.
Gags
I have two bird stories.
Once when I was riding along the Mundabiddi trail at night, a bird
sleeping on the track rose up from the ground and ended up between my
knees. It was fluttering around trying to fly while I was trying to
ride, the whole time it was stuck between in the triangle formed by the
down-tube, seat tube and top tube, with my knees at either side. After
about 20 seconds it managed to escape and fly away. It was about the
size of a pigeon.
Another time, after a long night time ride in the bush, we were heading
back into town along the bitumen, just chatting as we went. I saw what I
thought was a large rock in the middle of the road, so I steered a few
centimetres to the right of it and all of a sudden it lifted up into the
air, banging on the bottom of my handlebars before flying up into the
night sky. It scared the living daylights out of all of us.
Dorfus