Whilst having a blast this evening through Medway towns, I saw an oncoming truck but what I didn't bank on seeing was a flying fox spinning in my direction.It must have just ran out in front of the truck got hit and catapulted over onto my side of the road.It hit my knee and back end of the bike, thankfully I had leathers on to take the impact.I stopped at the nearby Shell garage to take a look at the bike and the f*cker had swiped my brand new number plate and ripped my number plate holder in half.I went back to where it happened and no trace of the plate or fox.Try explaining that one to a plod if I'd have been pulled over.Now I''ve got to make another plate holder and better report that plate missing.
The ones you ride away from always feel scarier than the ones you don't. Glad it was a scary one Jez.
I remember hitting a pheasant, front of the bike exploded into bits, Hate to think what a fox would do.very lucky
Very, Very Lucky sideways. As said the whole experience could well have had a different outcome, a couple of stone of flesh spinning towards you, well it don't bare thinking about does it. Although, and please excuse me for having a chuckle to myself. The kids are sat watching Dora the Explora, and keep shouting out "swiper no swiping". Every time I look up i expect to see swiper the fox doing one aross a field with your number plate under its arm
A couple of stone? You must have some fat arsed foxes in Blackpool mate. The ones that come in my garden are all built like racing snakes. Mind you, I is a cuntry boy. Ahhh. I see now. you're combining mass and velocity to give its kinetic mass. Sorry, the coffee's only just starting to work.
A couple of stone? You must have some fat arsed foxes in Blackpool mate. The ones that come in my garden are all built like racing snakes. Mind you, I is a cuntry boy. Ahhh. I see now. you're combining mass and velocity to give its kinetic mass. Sorry, the coffee's only just starting to work. In that case there'd be nothing worse than a fox flattened across your face while you're riding. Now the caffeine's kicking in.
Perhaps it was a slight over estimation on the weight Ken lol. Mind you the foxes up here are well fed with left over kebab
Urban foxes, eh. the wildlife equivalent of American teenagers. Around here the cat's are meaner than the foxes so the buggers keep a very low profile. My mate once told me the only reason he sleeps soundly is the fact that my cat can't hold a flick knife.
