Riding my HD fat boy with the stroker motor, zipping down the highway in the foothills and this whole herd of deer run right across the road, right in front of me. I darn near put it down, but keep the bike up right, literally bouncing from one deer to the next and halfway thru this herd, as i"m rapidly slowing, a semi-truck comes the other way!!!. I lock the rear wheels up and literally slide back into my lane, doing it dirt track style to keep the bike up to avoid the semi. It hits like 3 deer and their guts explode all over me. I stay upright, get thru the herd of deer and just as I start to catch my breath, get it stopped and find a shoulder to clean the guts off of me, this crazy mother f*cker in a Prius rolls up behind me and starts yelling at me. Telling me I am some kind of bambi killer. I start to reach under my jacket for one of my twin customized Detonics, but then realize I'm on a bike and Prius's only go like 20mph. So I take off and not 100 feet down the road a goddamn badger runs out and starts attacking me. Literally biting at my ankle and finally getting a chunk out. I managed to choke down a couple vicaden and wrap it on the side of the road to keep the blood down, but it still blew up like a balloon. (oh yeah, one dead badger too, one round of 230 grains of jacketed hollow points to the neck.)
And that is why my ankle is blown up to the size of a grapefruit.
or
Perhaps, I walked out my back door Sunday afternoon and twisted the motherfucker for no reason at all and fell on my fat ass as it popped to a nice handy painful 90 degrees.
But I like the first story better.
