Is it safe to run over small animals

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

Too fucking right. Mate of mine had a Ridgeback - every morning on the
way to his house we'd stop and collect roadkill for the dog. Saved a
fortune on food for that fucker.

 

Bear emerged from their own little world to say

 

Hooligan emerged from their own little world to say

When in school I had an 8 mile commute by contract bus. One of the regular
drivers used to routinely stop and pick up "fresh" roadkill rabbits &
pheasant.

His wife ran Marleen's Cafe next to the bus station. Game pie anyone?

 

I killed three deer on the first day of my HGV I lessons.

 

Bear wrote:

He nutted a wood pidgeon? That must have been one of those "You looking
at my bird" moments

I nutted a small unidentfied bird at about40-50 and I must say they
should learn to keep the squidgy bits on the inside.

 

Run over an armadildo thing in Texas last year on a rented Harley. Made a
bump, was about all.
The little fucker would have scarpered and all if the bloke behind hadn't
got the 2nd bite!

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, Ben Blaney amazed us all with this pearl of
wisdom:

You weren't driving for Antler?

 

My Mate took a blade out for a test ride from a local dealer
hit a Pheasant which took out 1 headlight and half the fairing
When he took the bike back, the dealer was fine about it
(Lincoln dealer - cant remember name)

 

Bear wrote:
<snip ridgeback story>

I've been in contact with the owner's club, as I like em, and might get
one once we've got the space (of which you need a lot). A lot of people
say RR's are unpredictable; for that read 'lateral thinkers' -
apparently, a couple of police forces tried to train 'em, but every time
they see the protective sleeve they're supposed grab hold of, they think
'that's not going to do any good' and proceed to bite the unfortunate
copper on the arse.

My kinda dog ;-) Need socialising good and early, though, and not an
ideal rescue breed.

Tiff

 

Not actually run over anything but I've hit a pigeon. Flew straight
between the front mudguard and top fairing and became bloodily
intimate with my radiator.

Took hours to get all the bits out.

 

Almost hit a deer yesterday, but luckily we were in the car

It managed to _jump_ over an approx 8ft high hedge though - that was
impressive.

 

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I saw the end result of someone riding through a lamb that stepped out
in front of him.

Twas in the Highlands of Scotland where we were touring and had stopped
for a quick fag/coke/slash stop. Up pulled a group of Italians (and yes
- they were mostly on Ducattis) and one of them hopped off and started
pulling bits of red wool out of his fairing..

Apparently a lamb had wandered out in front of him and he had no option
but to ride through it.

Damage to bike? Fairing was intact but pushed back about 2 inches on the
mounting frame. There was a fair amount of goo stuck in the front of
the fairing and the front wheel was liberally coated with dried blood
(as were the riders legs)

Mind you the guy couldn't stop shaking even after several ciggies and
some hot sweet coffee so I think it affected him more than the bike.

Phil

 

rob2 wrote

I ran over a cat a while back.

The result in no way matched up to the 10th of a second of arse gripping
imagination which proceeded it. It was all rather underwhelming as
experiences go really.

I do know that if it happens again I shan't be taking any avoiding
action, if I get the chance to think first.

 

How did you serve them?
Grilled on a spit or fried in slices?

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

This fucker, bored with its own company one day and feeling a little
peckish, took down a pressure cooker from the stove, opened it and
scoffed the chicken inside it.

It was a marvellous kids dog; the family it belonged to (or belonged to
it, iyswim) could play with it all day long and it was just a big softy.

It had the disconcerting habit of sitting staring at visitors until
satisfied they were no threat. Then it would come up and stretch in
front of them, opening its mouth right up at their face to reveal a
carvernous maw of teeth and breath that would sink the Titanic. Just
being friendly, really, and making sure they knew the score.

One day we came back and found evidence of an attempted break in; there
were tyre burnout marks in the yard and a broken pane of glass near the
door lock where the scrotes had tried to open the door. The dog was
sitting in the conservatory without a care in the world - not where we'd
left it. There was a bit of blood and from the available evidence it
looked like the dog had managed to get hold of one of the scrotes'
hands. This was on an old wooden link door to the old wooden
conservatory - not designed to hold back umpteen stone of annoyed
Ridgeback.

Cue would-be burglars shitting themselves and tearing out of the yard.

I wish I'd seen it as it unfolded - must've been as funny as ****.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

Heavy Gun Variations?

 

I think you could be right.

You need a pillion to pick it up as you fly by.

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SV 650
Black it is
And Naked

 

I've been lucky so far so I have no personal experience.
A guide to what size animal can be run over rather than
doing potentially dangerous braking or swerving I picked
up the following gem:
If it is too big to eat at one sitting, don't try to run over it.

 

S'correct sir... Otherwise every bugger would be trying to run over
pheasants to put them on the table... If you didn't hit it, you can
pick it up...
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