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RonSonic
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There I was JRA on a trail named Hog Wild, a fairly mild trail despite the name
mostly twisting singletrack in hardpack and sand through woods, and I saw it.
Just ahead about five feet away from the trail on the left was a medium small
armadillo, doing that digging for grubs business they do, he looked convincing.
But then he heard me coming and shot across the trail, expertly intercepting my
bike. I had barely enough time to assume the position, level pedals and lift off
the saddle, he hit the trailing edge of the front tire, I felt and heard the
chainring scrape over him and felt a slight bump against the back tire.
Just after I passed, I heard him run back across the trail to his previous side.
I stopped and looked. He was walking around warily looking around; appeared to
have normal movement and no blood.
Hah, I escaped your clever attack this time and am now warned of your evil
intentions. I will not be caught unsuspecting again.
Ron
mostly twisting singletrack in hardpack and sand through woods, and I saw it.
Just ahead about five feet away from the trail on the left was a medium small
armadillo, doing that digging for grubs business they do, he looked convincing.
But then he heard me coming and shot across the trail, expertly intercepting my
bike. I had barely enough time to assume the position, level pedals and lift off
the saddle, he hit the trailing edge of the front tire, I felt and heard the
chainring scrape over him and felt a slight bump against the back tire.
Just after I passed, I heard him run back across the trail to his previous side.
I stopped and looked. He was walking around warily looking around; appeared to
have normal movement and no blood.
Hah, I escaped your clever attack this time and am now warned of your evil
intentions. I will not be caught unsuspecting again.
Ron