A Gift From Above
My friends chide me incessantly because I don’t wear a helmet when I ride my bicycle. Oh please, just shut up.
Well, I’ve finally discovered the one good reason to wear one. Riding south on PCH today, just past Newport Beach, I was struck on the side of my head with bird shit. Nice.
Maybe a helmet ain't such a bad idea.
Well, I’ve finally discovered the one good reason to wear one. Riding south on PCH today, just past Newport Beach, I was struck on the side of my head with bird shit. Nice.
Maybe a helmet ain't such a bad idea.
posted by Mike King at 4:53 PM
2 Comments:
For some reason the image of you getting splashed is really funny!
But if one thinks about it, what are the odds that one will be hit by, supposedly, random hits of BS, (bird, not bull) especially a moving target?
Were you able to identify the Perpetrator?
Nope, the perpetrator flew the coop, so to speak. And this happened near the top of a hill, so I was a pretty darned slow moving target.
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