I was cruising around the corner of the MUP (Olentangy bike trail in Columbus, OH - close to OSU) and saw a guy go down hard.
I pulled over to the side to see if he was ok. He got up pretty quickly, but was limping and had several patches of road rash on his legs and arms. I think he had a little bit on his face as well. His jersey was torn behind his left shoulder.
Amidst the wreckage of the beautiful bike (full carbon Felt) was a dead squirrel. I don't know if he hit the squirrel or if it jumped into the spokes, but the fork snapped off right under the bottom of the head tube. The guy said, "Did that really just happen?" He must have been shaken up just a little bit, but I hung around long enough to make sure that he had a ride and that he was ok. Damn little twitchy *******s. You can bet I'm keeping my eyes peeled even more closely now.
He said it was kind of humorous that he was getting ready to sell the bike to his uncle this week. I guess not so much now.