I never dreamed that slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous!
. . .
Little did I suspect. . .
. . .
As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot
out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it - it was that close.
I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the
impact. . .
by Daniel Meyer
From here: http://lifeisaroad.com/stories/2004/10/29/...riceStreet.html