Monday, June 18, 2007

It Came to Pass In Days of Yore . . .

I had a great ride yesterday with my friend Mary Ann from bootcamp (yes, she has a friend named Ginger, let's not go there). We went out to Columbia and tore up about 33 miles. There was some time for chatting, some time for sweating and even a quick break for Sharkies. However, on our way back, we had a near fatal encounter with this mythical creature:



It came running out of the corn fields and crossed the road, directly in front of our tires. We were, of course in aero going 20 miles an hour and with little to no reaction time. It barely cleared Mary Ann's tire then came for mine - I could do nothing but pray that the beast would have mercy on me. Thankfully, he'd had his fill of blood that day and all of us (Marianne, myself and the rabbit) escaped unharmed. We would all live to race another day.

5 comments:

Bolder said...

terrifying.

thankfully, you and Marianne are ok.

Phoenix said...

Yeah, next time I'm carrying a gun mounted to my top tube. You can't be too careful!

21stCenturyMom said...

Good thing it was in a good mood!
Run Away! Run Away!

jeanne said...

you're insane, you know that right?

love it.

Vickie said...

LOL! You've got to watch out for those wild chipmunks too!