Biking on 52nd St, No other vehicles in sight, I see on the far left curb (4 lanes away) and maybe one hundred meters in front of me a large grey squirrel begin to leisurely scurry across the road. He seemed to notice me when he hit the half-way point, so he sped up. As he crossed into my lane, it was obvious that something in his little squirrel brain was doing a lot of misjudging as he put it into overdrive to try to pass in front of me, with a last ditch effort he dove into what I have to assume he thought would be safety, but all he did was fling himself under my wheel. Duh-dunk duh-dunk.

I had no idea that squirrels were that hard! It was like running over a rock, the front wasn’t too bad as the shock took most of the impact, but having locked out the rear shock it did nothing. Not to mention the general surprise of having encountered a suicidal squirrel.

I looked back after I recovered my balance on the bike and he seemed to be sitting up in the gutter shaking his head and wondering what just happened.