Ha, that reminds me of...
The time me mate was heading home on his bike in the sticks out of Napier. Comes around the corner, sees oldmate possum wandering down the side of the road - no time to slow down so lines him up and BOOM! with the big left steelcapped boot. Well, matey soon cottoned on that this was a bloody bad move - as he put the boot in he forgot that he was travelling at a quite high speed and every action has an equal and very opposite reaction. As his boot connected with the possum, the reaction was his left leg staying put while the bike kept going forwards. He was bloody lucky to A) stay on the bike, and B) not hit something coming the other way as he fought to get control back while wobbling down the road!
But this isn't where the stupid part of the story comes in... Seems me mate decided to go back and check out the cause of his near-unseating off the bike with his left leg just about ending up by the right handlebar. So he stops, turns around and goes back to check out his victim. He gets back there, hobbles off the bike (ankle already swelling up in his boot) and finds the possum on the edge of the road. Hmmm, not a bad pelt - worthwhile keeping to skin.
Being on a bike and without a pack, you know what ol' dropkick does - shoves the carcass down his jacket doesn't he. Hobbles back to the bike, and sods off down the road with his boot getting tighter by the moment. For the first bit of the trip he was mainly concerned about the state of his foot, but as he got a few km from his place his priorities suddenly changed - at about the same time as oldmate possum woke up inside his jacket and decided this was prime time to relocate. Queue attempt at falling off the bike #2 for the evening! (No he didn't end up with the pelt either).
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