On my way into work this morning, I witnessed a tragedy... Mr. Bunny decided upon exactly the wrong time to attempt to cross the wrong (6 lane divided) road.
As I was passing a highway on-ramp, a nice, fluffy bunny decided that was the time he NEEDED to cross the street. As he darted out, he saw me and thought "OH NOES! A PEOPLES ON A BIKE!" and darted back towards the curb. Unfortunately that was the time the only vehicle for a 1/4 mile in each direction was using the on-ramp. He darted right under the truck... He didn't make it...
I never want to clean bunny bits off my leg, bike, or shoes ever again...
So, please, a moment of silence of Mr. Bunny...
As I was passing a highway on-ramp, a nice, fluffy bunny decided that was the time he NEEDED to cross the street. As he darted out, he saw me and thought "OH NOES! A PEOPLES ON A BIKE!" and darted back towards the curb. Unfortunately that was the time the only vehicle for a 1/4 mile in each direction was using the on-ramp. He darted right under the truck... He didn't make it...
I never want to clean bunny bits off my leg, bike, or shoes ever again...
So, please, a moment of silence of Mr. Bunny...