herd (flock) of Canadians
Haaa! I love it! Or would that be a parliament of Canadians?
I got a double-whammy a few CT-STOCs ago. Since Connecticut is a good 8 hours' ride from Montreal, I slabbed a lot of it (well most of it) because I just needed to get there. As I was making my way down I-91 at around 70 mph, a bird (I believe it was a small one, thankfully) decided it would be fun to fly into the side of my helmet. BAM! Felt like I'd been hit with a baseball bat and threw me for a loop for a second or two. No harm done except for a significantly accelerated heart rate for a bit.
Coming back is when the real fun occurred, this time going north on I-91. Two critters had been hit and mashed beyond recognition and their remains scattered across ALL lanes. Said critters were large enough (like...fox-size) to make one helluva mess...and it was fresh. And gooey. No way to avoid it. The last thought I remember having before gritting my teeth and riding through it was "thank God my visor is down!" That thought turned out to be warranted. **SPLAT** does not begin to describe. It was carnage. CARNAGE I tell you! I was covered in critter entrails, from helmet to jacket to overpants to boots to windshield to shifter. The only experience I have ever had that was more disgusting was being offered a sheep's eyeball to eat in a Bedouin compound in Syria (and THAT is another story).
I was only about 15 minutes from the Canadian border and when I pulled up and gave the Customs guy my passport, he took one look at me and said "Jeez, what the he** did YOU hit?" I related the story. There was a pause. He made that face you make when you think you're going to be sick and said "Eeeewwwww!!" My reply: "You have NO idea."
Patty