Ok, who's buying me a new k/b? I can wash the coke off my monitor but
I'm on my spare k/b ;o)
My worst bird encounter was in a truck but I'm not sure that made it
any better.
There were 3 of us traveling in convoy through the mountains of
southern BC. In front was my daughter and her best friend with apx 10
days on her new licence in a 91 Mustang. Next was Myself, wife, and
baby in my F250 with a 10' slide in camper, towing my brother in-laws
12' tent trailer. Last was my brother in-law, with his wife and 3
kids in a caprice.
The Owl was eating something off the yellow lines in the center of
the road, The girls passed it in the mustang by inches without seeing
it, It however saw them and decided to jump up and fly away. This was
it's undoing. Had it stayed put all three of us would have passed
without incident.
Due to our speed and it's reaction time, by the time it actually
jumped up it was now beside my front tire, as it came up it hit my
door mirror, I saw a flash of white, Hauling the wheel to the right
out of reflex more than thought, the camper obeying Newton's first
law of motion stayed put relative to the road but leaned out the left
side of the truck. The Owl then hit the front jack on my camper. This
caused it to be deflected down and under the truck. I then yanked the
wheel to the left to catch the camper that was trying to unload
itself. This put the Owl about dead center of the truck as it came
out from under the back and into the trailer... Oh ya the trailer...
As I was yarding the truck to and fro it was trying gamely to follow.
First up onto the left wheel, then hopping completely over the very
upset Owl to land on it's right wheel, then settling down onto both.
Rob staring slack jawed at his acrobatic trailer gained enough
cognitive function to realize that there was something very large and
white running up his hood towards him, glancing off the windshield
before getting air under it's wings. He slams on the brakes, I slam
on the brakes, 10 screeching tires get the attention of the girls in
front of us. They look back to see Rob and I standing outside our
vehicles looking up at the trees beside the road.
The owl needless to say is PISSED! The girls stop and back up,
looking back over the folded ragtop, ask. "Why did you stop?" I
pointed at the Owl, They asked "How did you spot that up there?" I
decided that the next rest stop was our camp site for the night, and
that a rum and coke was the absolute first priority. The decision,
tho not up for debate was unanimous.
The trailer, and Rob's part of the events came from his wife and
kids. I was way to busy to be watching in the mirrors. His kids
thought it was cool, mine were oblivious, the adults were considering
pts counseling, or at least getting very drunk. The trailer tracked a
little funny after ;o)
At 04:07 PM 7/24/2011, you wrote:
No advanced warning for me, I was on a fwy overpass turning about 70
when he suddenly popped over the guardrail and filled my field of
vision full of flapping pigeon butt.
-Kyle
Pat Patterson
Abbotsford, BC, Canada
2001 PT Cruiser
83 450 Honda Nighthawk
78 F350 460/C6 on propane
71 Bronco 302/C4/D20 D44/9"
Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people
to know "why" I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of
the roads weren't paved.
"If you can't take the heat, don't tickle the dragon."
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