I was in South Georgia in the first two weeks of July. Farm country and our retirement home(can't wait to get out of Miami). Riding along my 20 mile farm road when I see a huge lump in the road...yup it's a dead armadillo. My choices... ride through the dead animal parts or take the left side of the road on an uphill. If a car is coming around the turn I am dead. Yup right through the armadillo. I came home and washed the bike. It's all in my head but I swear I still have animal parts in my tire. As Forest Gump would say..."It happens".



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