There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the sun:
A time to be born and a time to die…
Something about riding a bike raises awareness of roadkill. Maybe proximity to the road helps, or the fact that I spend 90% of my on-bike time looking for obstacles in the road to navigate around. Let me tell you, on a bike, every little dead critter becomes an object to assiduously avoid. Fall and Spring seem particularly roadkill-heavy, and in those seasons I have seen the following dead creatures:
I read on a bike commuter’s blog that he once found $500 on the road. Why is it that all I see are bungee cords, pieces of hardware, gravel, tennis balls (I pick these up and mail them to our dog at home), glass, and dead animals? Life really is not fair.