Yes, not a pretty topic I know but tonight two cattle trucks passed me and I don't know if those guys have levers in those suckers to release cow shlt whenever they want or what but the stuff was so thick it was like mud on the road. Fortunately I saw them coming and I generally get out of the way for semis so I was on the side of the road when it all came out. The mess continued for about a quarter mile. From that point I could smell these rigs for the remaining 5 miles of my commute as I dodged messes along the way.

beat that for disgusting folks! I can only guess what it would have been like if I had not pulled over.

cant really beat it but last year i wreaked because of some and by some i mean a sh*t load of goose crap and of course i fell in it lovely i tell you. Come to think of it ive had a lot of problems with geese over the years.

I wasn't on my bicycle, but I was on my motorcycle. I was going down the interstate with a very heavy cross wind. A semi transporting pigs passed me on the upwind side, and I got drenched in pig urine.

I rode though a street that was being repaved. I was overwhelmed by the smell of fresh boiling tar. Nothing too bad

We had a garbage workers strike last summer and locals had to transport household waste to some of the larger parks. The tennis/outdoor rinks were commandered for storage near my home and the smell wafted for blocks around. It wasn't fun riding on the park path next to the courts for weeks after the strike was over and the garbage removed.

But it wasn't as bad as being showered by pig's urine. Tundra is winning.

I had a ****ty commute once. got hit by a big bee and swatted it awy just as it stung me in the chest. then something else hit my leg so I swatted it with my left hand. turned out to be dog **** that got flung up by a car tire. so then I had dog **** on my leg and my left glove. it was alittle drizzly that day so it made for a less than stellar experience. wound up cleaning my glove on my sock - so then I had dog **** on my leg; my glove and now my sock.

Loving these stories. Part of my commute home is around a scenic drive, and there's one spot where a two-horse-drawn carriage waits until it has enough tourists on board to make a profitable circuit. There's always (from about April through October) a little stream of horse piss dribbling from left to right across the road there - it's not much, but I ride through it every day, and my fenderage leaves a lot to be desired.

Those are awful stories, I can't really compete with that! When I was living in Plattsburg NY, I was riding alongside a railway as a train passed and I suddenly smelled a skunk. A few dozen yards on, I came upon a freshly bisected skunk carcass, still bleeding and oozing stink juice, but stone dead. The poor thing made it halfway over the track...

Classic, that had me lol'ing!

The bad: I cleaned possum guts/blood out of my fenders last night.

The good: I had fenders.

Nowhere close to pig urine though.

...agreed

why does pig urine sound worse than any other kind?

Good question. Surely piss is piss. I'd be as happy swimming in pig piss as angel piss, wouldn't you?

A dubious honor at best!

Well, there is a very large doe that failed to make it across the one fast rural road I take. It's already past the bloat stage and is now turning into venison jerky. Not much room left on the nicely paved six-foot shoulder it occupies. The worst part is having to hold my breath.

Having to clean up decapitated squirrel guts when I did him in, but I've been near pig haulers and still have to give it to Tundra

That odor is pretty much a daily thing on my commute. Deer carcass everywhere. The other morning I saw one incapacitated but not dead, very sad. Best I could do was call the sheriff hoping maybe somebody was in the vicinity that could put it out of it's misery.

110º climbing up a hill downwind from 3 day old skunk roadkill.

possibly the first time those two words have been paired. make note of the date.

I used to work at a rail yard that was next to a rendering plant. That's where they take all the unused animal parts and render them into dog food and the like. Fortunately, it was downwind in the prevailing weather patterns. One day one of the ( as usual overfilled ) dump trucks transporting the offal, got cut off badly by a dummy, right outside our gate. Our gate was upwind.

Yup, it all slopped forwards and a significant portion made it onto the road. That was a lovely Summer let me tell you. For the first few days I had to walk along the grass from the gate to get past the contaminated section of road before riding off. The City did some cleanup, but a lot got onto the verges and ditches, so it was pretty rank till the hawks and magpies etc did their job.

My current commute goes past a slaughtering plant, and there is often some foul spills near the gate. i can usually avoid most of it though. Got to concur, Tundra's definitely winning this one so far...

i suppose your right

except it wasn't on a bike, so he's disqualified on a technicality.