Yesterday was great weather for riding. Blue skies and lots of sun made for a warm day, but my mesh coat and pants kept me comfortable. Traffic was also light because of the holiday weekend. Commuting was more enjoyable than usual.
While I was riding along at a brisk pace on my SV650, a flock of small birds (sparrows?) exploded from the bushes to my left and flew across the road. A grey object about the size of my fist punched me in the chest. Ouch! The bundle of feathers bounced off my right thigh and then my boot. The little guy didn’t have a chance. I had cars to contend with, so no time to think about it or stop.
At the next light, I took a quick survey of the situation. My left mirror was knocked out of place. I suspect the bird hit that first, then my left chest, my right thigh, and right foot. I pulled a small feather out of my coat and re-adjusted the mirror before the light turned green.
I’ve nearly hit several birds before, but we’ve always managed to avoid each other. This morning I have a small little bruise to remind me of the encounter.
