a rabbit once raced between my wheels and timed it perfectly so I didn't come off and he didn't get injured.
I was once attacked by a vicious man-eating rabbit.
I was so slow on one climb that a butterfly went through my front wheel without damage.You were not slow – you had achieved perfect Zen harmony and stillness.
I was so slow on one climb that a butterfly went through my front wheel without damage.You were not slow – you had achieved perfect Zen harmony and stillness.
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My brother had a chaffinch commit suicide by flying into his front wheel quite a few years ago. He thought it may have been attracted by the flashing of the spoke reflectors.
On the hills around Hannington, near Basingstoke, on a warm summers night, an owl flew just ahead of me for a couple of hundred meters. Didn't make a sound.
I was once attacked by a vicious man-eating rabbit.
It was on a 600, around dawn, when a group of rabbits ran across the road. One of them attempted the between-the-wheels manoevre, but decided to do this via my foot (which was at the bottom of the pedal stroke). As it was lifted, it started scrabbling frantically. exiting through the main triangle and via my other foot. Explaining the mass of scratches across my shins at the end of the event was entertaining, to say the least.
Two experiences similar to posts above.
1. Riding down the lanes to Llandysul from our old place 5 miles out. A long downhill tree tunnel, when a buzzard dropped out of the canopy and accompanied me for quite some distance. Absolutely awesome.
2. That 'Air speed zero' thing when you match the speed of a tail wind and hear the silence at night.
Strangest reaction.
During one of my earlier rides from Brum to Llandysul, I called in to a pub for a pie and a pint with only 15 miles left to go. The barman, noticing my kit, bleary dusty eyed, ridden all night eyes, asked me where I'd come from.
I told him, but not a flicker of surprise or reaction from him.
"And where are you going to?" He asked as he continued to pull my pint.
"Llandysul"
He stopped mid pull. "WHAT? You're bloody mad"
For months afterwards I searched maps for somewhere near to that pub that sounded a bit like 'Birmingham'.
...only to be suddenly unsure of where we were...
I was at the control in Bude (in Bude with the spirit of audax)
My brother had a chaffinch commit suicide by flying into his front wheel quite a few years ago. He thought it may have been attracted by the flashing of the spoke reflectors.
It's a long time ago now, but this ride report (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=47197.0) is still both the strangest and the best I can currently recall. Not done anything quite that epic since.
Agreed. I was going to post a reference to the Three Recumbents Of The Apocalypse ride but it can't compare (and I can't find it in Ride Reports!). Kim & Charlotte, take a (second) bow please.It's a long time ago now, but this ride report (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=47197.0) is still both the strangest and the best I can currently recall. Not done anything quite that epic since.
Ride reports don't get much better than that.
I was once attacked by a vicious man-eating rabbit.
It was on a 600, around dawn, when a group of rabbits ran across the road. One of them attempted the between-the-wheels manoevre, but decided to do this via my foot (which was at the bottom of the pedal stroke). As it was lifted, it started scrabbling frantically. exiting through the main triangle and via my other foot. Explaining the mass of scratches across my shins at the end of the event was entertaining, to say the least.
I suddenly realised that I had no idea whatsoever where I was, or where we were going.