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Chad K    Posted 11-12-2004 at 04:14:33       [Reply]  [No Email]
I read this on another forum this morning and just had to share.

**WARNING!! step away from the keyboard**


I never dreamed that slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a
residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did
I suspect.

I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns
and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile
shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of

It was a squirrel and must have been trying to run across the road
when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but
there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close! . I hate
to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle; but a
squirrel should pose no danger to me

I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers, never fear.
Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was
standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with
steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes.

His mouth opened; and at the last possible second, he screamed and

I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Bonzai!" or maybe,
you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of

He shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me
in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I
would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the

Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of
activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding
gloves, and jeans, this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry
little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in
jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down
a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a

And losing...

I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally
managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil
rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right
curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The
matter should have ended right there.

It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the
pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have
headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no
ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel. This

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands; and,
with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump
and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his
rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also
managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not
improved. Not improved at all.

His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was
startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw,
only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my
jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand
and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of! a Valkyrie
can only have one result.


This is what the Valkyrie is made for; and she is very, very good at

The engine roared, and the front wheel left the pavement.

The squirrel screamed in anger.

The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy.

I screamed in - well, I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed
jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather
glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a
quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of
death on his back.

The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.

With the sudden acceleration, I was forced to put my other hand back
on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike.

This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices; but I really
did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car.
Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle. My brain
was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but
it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time, the squirrel decided that I was not paying
attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil mutant
NAZI attack squirrel of death); and he came around my neck and got
INSIDE my full-face helmet with me.

As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am
quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on
the squirrel, however The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out (since I was
not bothering with shifting at the moment); so her front end started
to drop.

Now, picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed
in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather
glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large
puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face
helmet. By now, the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.

Finally, I got the upper hand. I managed to grab his tail again,
pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I
could. This time it worked - sort of.

Spectacularly sort of to speak.

Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled
off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down
to do some paperwork. Suddenly, a large man on a huge black and
chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the
breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph
on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by, and with all his
strength thro! ws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police

I heard screams.

They weren't mine.

I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the
front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to
a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross
street. I would have returned to 'fess up (and to get my glove back).
I really would have. Really. Except for two things.

First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit
about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides
of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger
side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard,
quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the
driver's seat was standing in the street, aiming a riot shotgun at
his own police car.

So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the
professionals handle it" anyway.

That was one thing. The other?

Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and
upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the
squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is
one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A somewhat
shredded patrol car, but it was all his.

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right
turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood. I
decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And a
whole lot of Band-Aids.

DD    Posted 11-12-2004 at 09:49:47       [Reply]  [No Email]
LOL! Too funny ChadK, Thanks for sharing it with us : )

Patria    Posted 11-12-2004 at 07:21:36       [Reply]  [No Email]
That's funny!

Perhaps not for the biker :-)

I had to search for some more stories about squirrel's attacks, so.. if you're interested, here's a website I just found. Could also be a bunch of hoax stories.

oslo in nc    Posted 11-12-2004 at 04:47:23       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Chad K; Ordinally I would say squirrel One, biker zero, but in this case it looks like the match is over and it was a shut out. Had this match been done in a greek arena you would have been given a thumbs down and thrown to the lions for cowardice. he he Great story. To bad the squirrel can't give his version of what happened. That would have been a much better read. Should you have access to the official police report, share it with us. That, too, would be an interesting read.

Les    Posted 11-12-2004 at 04:27:19       [Reply]  [No Email]
Check this out.

Chad K    Posted 11-12-2004 at 04:38:51       [Reply]  [No Email]
That's a good one! but shouldn't that link have been called... Bambi's Revenge?

Texas    Posted 11-12-2004 at 04:20:26       [Reply]  [No Email]
LMAO..too funny!

seahag    Posted 11-12-2004 at 06:14:26       [Reply]  [No Email]
As I read this I could see the entire thing, it was too funny.....

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