| not hit anything larger than a pheasant, but years ago when despatching was travelling cross country from Banbury to Stratford.
Shortly after Edge Hill, the road goes straight for some distance, so i would bike (exup) up a fair amount, despite it being dark.
In the distance, i see a shape on the road. I wind the throttle down and feather the brake. The shape gets larger....well, tbh, pretty massive. I brake harder. It's the size of a cow....with antlers!
it's a stag, and it's not moving. Except as i approach, to lower its head, pointing aforementioned antlers directly at me.
By this stage i've applied a molewrench to the brake, and as i stop it gently raises its head, sneers at me, and walks casually off..... |