The Death of Enthusiasm

Later this summer I'm going to ride my bike from Seattle to Portland.

In anticipation of this I've been going on 20-30 mile bike rides after or before work a few times a week. It's been pretty great since Cache Valley is more or less breathtaking this time of year.

Yesterday I was cruising through Amalga (or somewhere around there) and a bird that had been sitting on the side of the road flew right into my front wheel. I tried to swerve but it came at me too fast.

At first I was afraid it would lock up my wheel and I would go flying off the front of my handlebars, but all I heard was the small crunching noise of his bird neck fracturing.

On the way back I saw the bird on the side of the road but I didn't stop to look at it. Is it weird to think that killing a bird in the spokes of your bike is kind of manly and awesome?

Labels: killin' birds yo