so i turn left onto this 4 lane one-way street and at first I'm just putzing it in first gear, but then, upon drinking in the fact that i've got wide-open pavement, seduced by the sun blazing down on me and the wind (my god the wind - it was the palm desert!) screaming over my shaved head, i just let it rip open and started tearing through the gears, dancing with the redline.
well, at about the same time as i'm doing all this, a couple of chump pigeons, for whatever reason, get the urge to stop hanging out on the little park bench about 100 yards up from me and decide to take flight in a perpendicular path to my oncoming rocket. apparently, they didn't get a good enough glimpse of the porsche crest on my advancing car (their eyes must not be as good as eagle's) and maybe pigeons don't hear too well, cuz they certainly didn't distinguish the frenzied roar coming from my exhaust (what, pigeons don't understand the doppler effect!) because one of them clearly underestimated the 987's ability to go from "la la la" to "holy sh%^!" in a moment's notice and failed to achieve appropriate vertical clearance.
i hit the sucker
(first bird i've ever had such an intimate encounter with) right on my driver head light and flip, flap, flop, :chicken: the damn thing goes tumblin'. of course, my concern at that point is both - crap, my car! quickly followed by, i hope that ************************ thing doesn't land in my car!
it turns out that this rat with wings must have been commissioned by god to sacrifice for me, cuz in wacking it i immediately decelerated, which turned out to be a very good thing since tj hooker (or maybe it was adrian zmed) was sitting in an alley poised to ruin such a beautiful piece of thunderous acceleration!
yeah, and since i'm not an animal doc - no legal obligation to stop and administer avian cpr!
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