Originally Posted by
nkfrench
I was just riding along and THUMP a bat with (obviously) defective sonar hit my sternum.
You just reminded me of something....
One year I did our annual club century from New Hope, PA to Brooklyn. Took the charter bus back to New Hope and was trying to make it back to Philly for last call. I was doing 85 mph. on I-95. Unfortunately, I didn't make it in time.
A few days later I had to pack my bike to fly out to Cycle Oregon. Lights down low. Steely Dan on the CD player. Glass of wine. Turned the bike over to remove the pedals and saw what I thought was a bunch of junk between the chainrings with a leaf sticking out of it. Thought I must have picked up something during the NY ride. Pulled out offending object, held it up to my face and found myself staring at a dead bat. It's fangs were exposed and it's eyes were open. Right in the center of its chest red splotch of blood. I must have impaled it on the on a chainring tooth while flying down the highway. I screamed like a little girl, dropped the thing on a piece of paper on my bar, ran into the kitchen and started scrubbing my fingers. "Must get clean. Must get clean."