Found this guy under my bike while he was still gasping for pollen filled air. Looked like he was trying to do sit-ups with a broken back, so I gently placed the tip of my thumb and forefinger to his tiny face and stole his last breath to keep him from misery. I carefully placed his body between a bungee cord and my sissy bar, unfortunately only one tattered wing remained when I got home. I went back and looked for the rest of him but it was too late, he was gone forever. Now I live with this painful memory of stolen life and in order to recover my spirits I have shellacked his wing to my gas cap in hopes of forgiveness.Hopefully this will remind us all that we aren't alone on the road, and I know that for me personally I would sooner lay down the bike than steal the life of another winged creature of any kind that may be in my path. Hopefully you ALL feel the same way.
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Man, that's heavy. Except for the wing. I imagine it's pretty light.
there are usually moths and flies glued to my face after riding into the unknown...does that count?
Awww, you're such a softie. I dodged a deer, a raccoon, a possum and a fox on my way to the farm last night.
Sean mentioned that you stole his truck Deb, Give your family our best.
you crazy motherfucker.........
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