Join Date: Jun 2008
Location: Auckland, New Zealand
Rep Power: 1
I ran over a white Labrador once. Damned thing must have been drunk, or was I..???
I was on my way home at about 3:30 a.m, came down the road and saw the dog about 50 yards up ahead as it walked across the road. It stopped mid-road and looked up at me. I'm getting much closer now. It turned and started back the way it came so I aimed the bike to the other side. It turned and went back to its original course again, but by now I couldn't divert and hit it mid section. It yelped as I went across the top of it, sticking my legs out to steady myself as I was launched upward. I somehow got my right leg jammed between the brake lever and the mut and had it nearly ripped off in the process. Then I landed back on two wheels and lifted my aching foot back onto the footpeg, past the now bent brake lever and carried on my merry way. I saw the dog pick itself up run off in a hell of a state... I don't know who got hurt more, me or the hound. I didn't stick around to find out. It was in a dark neighbourhood - if ya gets my meaning...