I nearly got hit by a deer yesterday morning. It vaulted the wall on Belmont Hill in a serene arc with legs tucked up, getting about 4 feet of air, then skittered across the tarmac, inches away from my front wheel. A car behind had been waiting patiently before overtaking. I’m glad. I wouldn’t have wanted to go to work wearing bits of deer. It was very exciting and transient.
I shared the experience with my BSCC bike chums but they refused to believe it happened on account of it being solely a narrative account of lived experience, with no verifiable features; no strava log, go pro footage or still photography. In short, it didn’t actually happen because it wasn’t a digitised experience. Virtual life is real life, real life is unverifiable nonsense.
Here’s a previous encounter with a deer that did the rounds some time ago:
Oh Deer!
Work colleague narrowly missed a deer/car collision on Belmont last week. Heard it just before he rounded the second bend then had to slow the traffic and drag the twitching corpse out of the road. Car had driven off…
I believed you :p
thanks. it means a lot.
Great that you have started the blog again – Pen & I still avid readers. Currently bashing Spanish roads where dodging tortoises has been tricky at times – but that’s probably more of a relative FTP issue
Sounds arduous… you missed the Chippenham Hardrider.