My brother-in-law's story about cycling in Zimbabwe . . .

They're zooming along in the sticks on MTBs, along dirt roads, and they ride thru a village.

A pile of chikens take fright and run across the road. Manky, skrawny inbred things (the chickens, not my brother-in-law) with no feathers on their necks. My B.I.L. gets a chicken straight thru the spokes of each wheel.

Completely shredded the birds.

I must ask if they offered any compensation to the owners of the birds. It would have been two dinners down the tubes after all.

Stew