I got another cycling merit badge yesterday

I was riding along one of the few lengthy paths in town(White Rock) on my road bike and was passing by a gold course in mile 3. I was close to the side of the path and there was some high grass, which isn't all that unusual. Unfortunately, this time from out of the middle of FRIGGIN NOWHERE a squirrel shot onto the path just in time to become friendly with my front tire. I didn't have time to react or anything, all I could do was stop pedaling and coast as my back wheel dribbled the squirrel along like David Beckham in the World Cup as this furry missile attempted to engage four-wheel drive and claw its way out of my treads. It eventually got out of the way and when I finally stopped and turned around it was gone. I have no idea if it's dead or regaling its buddies with a crazy story over a couple thimbles of acorn brew, but I suspect I saw it on my way back an hour later when - not even 100 yards from the epic battle of hairy rodent vs. vulcanized rubber - I saw a squirrel being chased away by a momma bird defending her nest. That squirrel is nothing but trouble, I'm telling you.

Edited by JBrashear 2006-04-22 8:23 PM