Roadkill splatter
Stellar HDF Member
Joined: Apr 2010
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From: CA
Crow hit my leg at about 60 mph, hurt like hell, but I kept riding. What I didn't know was that the carcass of the bird got stuck right in the Y of the 2-1 pipe on my FXR. Started smelling something nasty a few miles later, thought it was just something from the farm fields I was riding through until I stopped for gas. Burnt feathers, smoking, burnt bird guts stuck to my pipes, Nasty.
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Joined: Nov 2018
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From: Virginia
So, on a hot Sunday afternoon a group of us go on a nice ride, were coming down the road & in the other lane was a family of raccoons that didn't make their crossing - big jacked up 4x4 on purpose (so it appeared) decides to run them over as our group is going by - well...
. that shot out entrails from head & *** of the critters in an explosive manner which just sprayed a couple guys in front of me.
I - thank god didn't get any of it but man what a mess to have to clean off - the first rider had it on pants, shoes, primary, - hell his whole left side, couldn't even go into a restaurant with us he stunk so bad, he just cut his ride short & went home, from my view it was enough to **** ya off - but then when I didn't get any of that it became funny as hell...! any one experience something similar?
I - thank god didn't get any of it but man what a mess to have to clean off - the first rider had it on pants, shoes, primary, - hell his whole left side, couldn't even go into a restaurant with us he stunk so bad, he just cut his ride short & went home, from my view it was enough to **** ya off - but then when I didn't get any of that it became funny as hell...! any one experience something similar?
About 20 years ago I lived in Australia, in a little town called Alice Springs in the middle of the outback. There was a cattle station that catered to tourists east of town a ways. They had a really good breakfast, and there were no speed limits outside of town. Group of guys from work all rode sport bikes and on Sundays we would often ride out to the dude ranch for breakfast. I had a maroon 1997 Honda CBR1100XX, my buddy Burl was in the lead, we hauled *** at about 125 MPH out to breakfast. I had my 7 year old son on the back of my bike. After we ate a couple of the guys had bought new bikes so we were swapping around trying them out, running a few miles down the road and then back. When we decided to head home I looked at my buddy Mark with the brand new VFR800 and I said "I didn't get a chance to try your bike" so he tells me to take it for the ride back. I hop on his VFR and he hops on my Blackbird. Burl leads off, followed by Mark on my bike, then Ralph on his Honda Hornet 600, a little naked bike and he has a 3/4 helmet and a pair of goggles on. Burl is hauling *** again, all of a sudden he swerves. Mark doesn't and he nails a big fresh cow pie in the middle of the road. Ralph is riding in a staggered formation right through a big brown V of flying cow poop. I'm laughing my butt off as I realized what mark just hit, until I looked down and saw I was on a blue VFR800 and it was my bike that hit the cow pie. By the time we got home the cow poop had dried on like concrete on my bike, took me about 3 hrs to clean it off. But at least I wasn't as bad as Ralph.
