tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198843833237575122.post7117573912236476083..comments2023-12-27T22:31:19.008-07:00Comments on The Bike Nazi: Where the Wild Things AreBikeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17379272663647894409noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198843833237575122.post-64619983161144373172009-10-27T17:22:49.681-06:002009-10-27T17:22:49.681-06:00Here in VA, entirely too close to DC for my taste,...Here in VA, entirely too close to DC for my taste, I run across deer, rabbits, skunks (Who I give a wide berth) turtles, raccoons, and/or possums almost every day I ride. In fact, this time of year, I almost get run over by horny deer at least once a week. It's scary because they're so used to cars that they know to stay on the side of the road when they hear the sound of an engine. My bike freaks them out because they don't hear me coming, and suddenly I'm 15 feet away from them and they go berserk trying to get away from me.Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198843833237575122.post-54473666171016308062009-10-27T10:57:06.879-06:002009-10-27T10:57:06.879-06:00My commute just involves dodging the squirrels tha...My commute just involves dodging the squirrels that somebody feeds down the street.Clancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09198204833535175807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198843833237575122.post-31301698118075441962009-10-27T09:53:02.031-06:002009-10-27T09:53:02.031-06:00I love spotting the herons along the river. Occasi...I love spotting the herons along the river. Occasionally I will run into a fox, too.dbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09527673886975332497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198843833237575122.post-5638898669617708992009-10-27T06:14:04.235-06:002009-10-27T06:14:04.235-06:00In east Boise just past the warm springs golf cour...In east Boise just past the warm springs golf course, I have come upon deer on the greenbelt and had them run in front of me for about 20 yards before turning off to jump into the woods. This summer that silly elk that lives by Harris Ranch was standing in the middle of the greebelt. I had to stop and wave my arms to get him to move out of the way. The only critter that concerns me is when they report cougars in the area as I ride in the early morning hours down by the river on my commute, I wouldn't want to become kitty food.Marknoreply@blogger.com