Not long after getting back on the saddle and commuting to work on my 10 year old beast, I was approximately 100 yards from home cycling alongside a river bank on one side if the path and nettles on the other.
To my delight a squirrel jumped out from the nettles (they are considered cure in the UK), he dived back in the nettles once he caught glimpse of the beast, but what he did was start a chain of events that ended in disaster. By jumping back in the nettles he obviously startled his mate, who jumped out and started to run alongside my front wheel, I'm thinking awww, how cute. The squirrel thought oh ****, how do I cross the path. He made a dart towards my tyre, I swerved to miss the little cuddly creature, but the damp path from the river and my feet in toe clips, ultimately had me sliding horizontal on the path and down towards the river. I did stop in time from hitting the water, but with a 3" gash in my shin, grazed elbows and damaged ego.
People were walking close by and seen me fall but couldn't see the reason why, I heard them laughing.
I picked myself up and hobbled home to hang my head in shame and tell the wife about my ordeal, who also laughed by the way.
I hate squirrels now and do not deviate from my path now regardless if the furry little rodents decide to jump out.
My next problem is ducks that are on the wrong side of the path when I turn up, and are determined to get back to the safety of the water.
I'm thinking ducks taste nicer than squirrels though.