Archive photo of NYC squirrel (not actual squirrel from following story)
Today Boyfriend and I went on a 15 mile bike ride. Yes, I'm still pittering around at 15 miles. But, this was the first time I've ridden outside since my duathlon so it was a nice challenge to tackle some rolling hills. I still don't feel my inner-cyclist calling, but I'm working on it.
At about mile 11, Boyfriend was in the lead (or more like, slowly pulling away into the distance since I'm so slow). I saw some sort of furry flurry over to the right, and before I knew what hit me, a squirrel tried to dart into the street and bounced off my front tire. I hardly felt a thing but I don't think I can say the same for the poor squirrel. I turned around and saw him scampering up an embankment, so at least he was alive. Another cyclist shortly passed me and said "Hello," with a slight laugh in his voice. I wanted to yell, "Did you see that freakin' squirrel?!" I called to Boyfriend but he was too far ahead so I had to contain my story for another couple of miles.
Running into or over wildlife is certainly something I worry about when out cycling. I'm glad to say my first encounter went off without major injury to either party. I don't know how common hitting squirrels is, but hopefully it won't become a frequent thing. I've seen some pretty gnarly photos of squirrels wedged in the spokes of people's tires and I don't think those encounters went well for squirrel or human.
I hope Mr. Squirrel feels okay in the morning.