At least Squirrels don't stink.

On a ride on Martha's Vineyard my Dad ran over a recently deceased :angel: skunk with his new Softride. My parents were staying in a hotel room, so my Mother bought a couple of gallons of tomato juice and they washed down the bike in the bathtub of the hotel room.

I'm not sure who got it worse, my Dad, my Mom, or the poor cleaning lady who had to wash the tub.