This has got to be one of the best headlines ever.
The squirrel – apparently not an opera fan – ran headlong at Ruuttunen’s spokes. Alarmed, the bicycling bass baritone hit the deck.
As Mel Brooks once said, “tragedy is when I cut my finger; comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die”.
No joke. This happened to a very close friend of mine. He was, admittedly, a cyclist and spent a lot of time on his bike. But, it seemed the squirrel was confused and raced out too go in front of him and mis-timed it. My friend actually crashed, managed to repair his bike (and self) and rode the rest of the race wtih the now severed tail fo the squirrel hanging out the pouch of his cycle uniform. Seems a bit sick to me, but I’m sure it did wonders for the psychological side of the race.
poor squirly could have used a
try 2…
http://www.squirrelman7.com/
think I forgot the close a.
my bad.