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...
But that's so cool that you saw a moose. I've never seen one IRL. I think I would've just stopped & watched him amble on down the road. (This is assuming he was ambling away from me, not at me.)
Cathy
> 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...
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