Never hit a bird, but did hit a surprising object in traffic on the 60
freeway in Los Angeles years ago.
It was just about dusk, traffic was heavy but moving around 40 mph when I
saw an odd bit of movement out the corner of my left eye. I turned my head
slightly, just in time to see a bowling ball hit the bottom of my left
foot, which was perched on the forward peg of my '63 rat Panhead. It felt
like someone teed off on the sole of my boot with a baseball bat. It
continued to bounce off cars and trucks after it hit me. What drew my
attention initially was the sound of cars hitting it before it got to me.
I limped for a few days after that encounter, but no other damage.
I've dodged pipe falling from a flatbed truck, a full grown Boxer dog
(which glanced off my right fork and my leg) as well as a child's pool that
was cartwheeling across my path out near Mojave in a brisk wind. But the
bowling ball takes the cake.
Never hit a bird, but did hit a surprising object in traffic on the 60
freeway in Los Angeles years ago.
It was just about dusk, traffic was heavy but moving around 40 mph when I
saw an odd bit of movement out the corner of my left eye. I turned my head
slightly, just in time to see a bowling ball hit the bottom of my left
foot, which was perched on the forward peg of my '63 rat Panhead. It felt
like someone teed off on the sole of my boot with a baseball bat. It
continued to bounce off cars and trucks after it hit me. What drew my
attention initially was the sound of cars hitting it before it got to me.
I limped for a few days after that encounter, but no other damage.
I've dodged pipe falling from a flatbed truck, a full grown Boxer dog
(which glanced off my right fork and my leg) as well as a child's pool that
was cartwheeling across my path out near Mojave in a brisk wind. But the
bowling ball takes the cake.
