After ducking and dodging everything from dogs to ducks to people and squirrels, I finally clobbered something on my ride in this morning. Just before the airport, as I crested a small hill, a little furry thing (probably a field mouse or rat) darted in front of my wheel just under the beam of light cast by my new headlight. I saw it too late and couldn't even manage to get a finger on the brakes-I was probably doing about 17-18 mph at that point. As I passed over it I felt a sensation similar to running over a semi-melted Butterfinger bar-first soft and mushy, then "Crunch" (as it's spine broke no doubt). I felt bad but couldn't bring myself to stop, afraid that I would see it squirming and writhing in pain, not yet dead. Would I have the guts to finish it off? Then I thought: me (255 lbs) + new/used bike with accessories and backpack (25 lbs) = instant death for mouse/rat/squirrel at .0023 lbs. I really do feel bad as I love wildlife and ride my bike, in part, to benefit nature, not harm it. Maybe I just clipped it's tail and he scurried off the trail to safety (I don't recall feeling it hit my back wheel). I'll either have a friend tell me if she sees it on her ride in later this morning, or check for it on my afternoon ride home.
Other than that; my new commuter ran great and I feel terrific after a two week absence due to a slight injury. I'm just glad to feel free again from the traffic and crowded Metro.