For those of you who don't know, I'm delivering papers on a "motor route" while waiting for my next Middle Class Welfare job. I do this in a rural area with a few dirt roads.
One particular dirt road is so windy and twisty that it's a 3rd gear ride for 2/3 of the road, then it straightens out and is smooth enough for
40~45 MPH.
So, this morning, I clear the last corner, shift into forth, press the gas and.....GAAAAH! WTF?!?! It's a MOOSE!!!! Lock 'em up and slide to a halt in a cloud of dust...
Bulwinkle looks at me and starts loping down the road slowly. I start to move forward, and the faster I go the faster the moose goes. We get up to
25 MPH, and I decide Bullwinkle either has to move his @$$ faster or get the helk off the road. So, I toot the horn.
He halts for a millisecond, glances over his shoulder at me and begins to trot again. Another 30 feet, I hit the horn again. He locks 'em up for a second, gives me another look, and starts trotting again. Hit the horn again, this time he stops for a couple seconds and gives me a look...
Fifty more feet, I blast the horn again. Bullwinkle comes to a stop, turns halfway around and gives me a look that says, "You hit that friggin' thing one more time, and I'll shove it somewhere the sun don't shine!"
I decided enough was enough, and so did he, because about 10 more feet down the road there was a two-track, he started down it, and I let him get a ways before I ventured past...