So, my wife and I were en route to Athens, OH on route 32. The turkey was sitting in the median and decided to take off at a very bad time/direction. I saw it pass over head and then heard the very unsettling crash. It was basically the same sound you hear when you run a bike into a parking garage. Which I've done…too.There was a car in the right lane that I had just passed. II bet they’re at home telling some sort of interesting story right now. It took me about a quarter mile to pull over off the highway and this is the sight (photo) that greeted me when I got out of the car.
The Jamis is my bike. As you can see it was basically covered in blood, guts, and feathers. You can see some of the entrails hanging off of the back wheel. The turkey's heart came out and ended up resting on my window wiper on the back window. (Collective: EWWWWW) I'd imagine the poor girl never knew what hit her.
The front crossbar on the roof rack was pushed back about six inches on the right side. The bike rack holding my poor Jamis is trashed, although it held up well enough to get the bike home after the application of some bungee cords. The rack holding my wife's bike was bent due to the movement of the front crossbar, but seems to be functional. Her bike escaped fine, other than being covered in the left over turkey remains. (Collective: EWWWWWW)
Currently, my bike is up at BioWheels Bike Shop. As of now, it looks like the main damage is to the fork. One of the dropouts is bent. The bar and stem seem to be okay, other than just being whacked out of position. The verdict is still out on the frame, so we'll have to see how that turns out.
Only three days later, DF saw the article in USA today and realized, “Clearly I'm the victim of some greater turkey-related conspiracy.” I agree DF. I smell a conspiracy too…a juicy 12 pound cranberry and gravy covered conspiracy.








