Biker meets Pigeon
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The only group I dislike more than inattentive drivers is animals...
I've been knocked flat by a raven, had a badger flick the Vs at me after forcing an emergency stop, spitefully mauled by a goat and I know some here have been badly taken out by Bambi etc.
But this lady was royally stuffed by a pigeon:
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2025/sep/...
I've been knocked flat by a raven, had a badger flick the Vs at me after forcing an emergency stop, spitefully mauled by a goat and I know some here have been badly taken out by Bambi etc.
But this lady was royally stuffed by a pigeon:
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2025/sep/...
I hit a pigeon and was a bit pissed off that it cracked my headlight but I'll admit to being a wimp now that I've read that.Many years ago before the evo triangle became the evo triangle I was on a section of that road with 2 mates on R1's, we were well in excess of 150 leptons when all I saw in front of me was an explosion of feathers of one of my mates. We eventually stopped at a junction and he was covered from head to waist in blood and guts, the perforations in his leathers meant his under garments were soaked in blood and he stunk like crazy when we got back, no idea how he stayed on and other than being a bit sore he was OK.
Probably 2 years go I had an incident with a blackbird around 8 miles from home, long straight throttle wound open, it's a clear road with hedges either side and next minute said blackbird flew in front of me, but then doubled back and struck the inside of my right arm (bicep) and vanished between the gap between my arm and body. It stung like hell, I got home shortly afterwards Mrs Freak was outside and came running over as I was covered in blood also. My right arm was black and blue for weeks after.
Probably 2 years go I had an incident with a blackbird around 8 miles from home, long straight throttle wound open, it's a clear road with hedges either side and next minute said blackbird flew in front of me, but then doubled back and struck the inside of my right arm (bicep) and vanished between the gap between my arm and body. It stung like hell, I got home shortly afterwards Mrs Freak was outside and came running over as I was covered in blood also. My right arm was black and blue for weeks after.
Wildlife and motorcycles don't mix. My first experience was returning North from my first-time marshalling at Olivers Mount, Scarborough in 1971. My Suzuki B100p had a top speed of about 65 (downhill) and, on the Scaling Dam road towards Guisborough, we were passed by a group of much quicker bikes.
Almost as soon as they had overtaken us, the lead rider hit a sheep which was running across the road.. He cut the sheep completely in half and had the most spectacular cartwheeling incident that I have ever seen. We stopped to assist, but all I know is that he was still alive when the ambo took him away.
My second, more personal incident, was in 1973 on my Triumph Bonneville when I hit a sparrow at about 50mph. Might not have been so bad, but I collected (and killed) the damn thing in my solar plexus. It was like someone had bowled a proper cricket ball into my midriff and I wobbled to a breathless standstill at the roadside and fell off the bike absolutely winded. Took me nearly 10 minutes to pick the bike up single-handed in the middle of nowhere!
Almost as soon as they had overtaken us, the lead rider hit a sheep which was running across the road.. He cut the sheep completely in half and had the most spectacular cartwheeling incident that I have ever seen. We stopped to assist, but all I know is that he was still alive when the ambo took him away.
My second, more personal incident, was in 1973 on my Triumph Bonneville when I hit a sparrow at about 50mph. Might not have been so bad, but I collected (and killed) the damn thing in my solar plexus. It was like someone had bowled a proper cricket ball into my midriff and I wobbled to a breathless standstill at the roadside and fell off the bike absolutely winded. Took me nearly 10 minutes to pick the bike up single-handed in the middle of nowhere!
I was following a pall when a pheasant came out of a hedge ,missed him and hit me absolutely clean in the middle of my chest . I stayed on and my pall did not notice . We stopped about 10 mins later. My hand hurt and I never knew why as the bird hit me clean in the chest .
The next day , actually two days later the extent of my bruising was evident, fairly grusome for a week or so.
The pheasant was dead on impact.
The next day , actually two days later the extent of my bruising was evident, fairly grusome for a week or so.
The pheasant was dead on impact.
Paft Dunk said:
I didn’t think the original story added up very well. This one seems to have a lot more important detail.SAS Tom said:
Paft Dunk said:
I didn t think the original story added up very well. This one seems to have a lot more important detail.ChocolateFrog said:
Volvo's are solid cars, wouldn't want to hit one.
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Once had a pigeon bounce off my chest and that was enough.
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Once had a pigeon bounce off my chest and that was enough.
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