Thursday, April 22, 2010

Moose Ride

This is day #3 of my RICE (Ride, Ice, Compression, and Elevation) program for my calf (KC, I love the changed acronym, thanks!  I am a bad rester.)  I was all excited to ride today because I just got my bike tuned, and since I am not running now I am kind of like a caged animal, chomping at the bit to do something.

And, I really do love to ride.

The thing I like most about riding a road bike is that it is as close as you can get to flying without actually leaving the ground.  Well, I mean, except in those rare cases you crash.  But I digress.

Today was gorgeous, but I didn't have a lot of time, so I thought I would knock off a quick 16 miles to Berry's General Store and back.  There was a light wind, the road was mostly clear, there was little traffic for a change. 

Enjoying the sounds tastes, and smells of spring, I smiled as I heard the peepers in the bog, spit out the first bug to fly in my mouth this season (it didn't even bother me this time), and inhaled the musky smell of the river. 

I really love the Kennebec River, and it was so nice tonight.  When I ride, I give the road ahead of me my full attention, but I do occasionally glance over at the river, I can't help myself.  The light was playing on the waves and I was really cranking hard in this awesome stretch that I love to fly on.  Really, it was gorgeous, I was in the zone, comfortably in aero position, on my endorphin enduced high.  I lazily turned my head back to the road ahead of me.

Moose. Big. Freaking. Moose.

I don't know what happened after that.  What I remember is:
  • He had brown eyes, the whites of them were kind of bloodshot.
  • I think he was as surprised as I was, because when I hollered "HOLY S%#T!" more white showed.
  • He smelled like the black mud of a swamp.
  • He was missing a quarter-sized patch of hair on his left flank (butt cheek.  Do moose have butt cheeks?)
  • I could have touched said quarter-sized patch of hair on his left butt cheek if I didn't have a death grip on my aerobars and my mouth wide open. 
  • It was a he.  
  • Somehow, we missed each other.
I have seen a lot of moose, been fairly close to a lot of them.  Had a few close encounters with my truck, but so far, this is the closest I have ever come to a collision with a moose.

And I was on my freaking bicycle.  Not that I would have rather been in my truck, in all likelihood, that would have hurt like hell too.  But on a bike, well...You all know who would have come out hurting or worse on that one.  He was solid.

I continued the ride to Berry's in a daze, turned around, and headed back toward home.  The moose wasn't there on the way back, and I was almost over it by the end of the ride.  Sort of.

11 comments:

Jon said...

Pics or it didn't happen! ;)

Just kidding. Are the bugs driving the Moose out already?

KC (my 140 point 6 mile journey) said...

I know crashing into a hog is solid but a moose? that could leave an even bigger mark! if god forbid I couldn't run ever again and could only bike, I'd be very okay with that. there's just something magical about biking...hard to put into words.

Caratunk Girl said...

Jon - HA - I don't know if I could have taken a picture of that!! I was a little freaked. BUT I think the bugs are just starting (EARLY!) which makes the moose move more like you said.

Jess @ THIR said...

Oh dear... we have episodes like what with cows in country towns... but these days I live in the city!!
And I am assuming that cows are a hell of a lot smaller than a moose... cos I've never seen one!

Happy Friday from Australia :)

AM-GoalsfortheWeek! said...

omg...i was casually reading along your post as i was talking to my dh (i confess) thinking of that light playing on the river... but then did a MAJOR double take and gawf when I read the moose encounter. holy moly!!

that's one for the books! I love reading about ps lives on the other side of the US. so cool.

and i like your writing style;-)

Big Daddy Diesel said...

Maybe a Dear Moose letter needs to be written

Regina said...

Don't say Moose around me (re: mooseman), kidding. Wow, I usually am seeing the whites of the cabbie's eyes as I narrowly miss his taxi. I think a moose might be more interesting. Hmmm, we do have raccoons...

Midwestern Dot said...

Dude the stuff you can run into during rides seems so much more interesting then what I have here (options are: roadkill, tractors and corn). Glad you both survived ok...thank you for the comic-like image of you and the moose in my head!

Aimee (I Tri To Be Me) said...

Wow, that must have been amazing and terrifying at the same time! I'm glad you two didn't collide! :)

misszippy said...

I guess better a bike than on foot? Wow, that would be scary! It's funny b/c every time I am in New England I tell my husband I want to see a moose and never get to--so I'm kind of jealous (especially since you escaped unscathed!)

ShirleyPerly said...

So sorry to hear about your calf! I pulled my left calf back in a half marathon back in December and know how debilitating it can be. I couldn't run for 2 weeks and then for the next several was always worried it might give out again as it felt so tight. But RICE did help.

Glad you missed that moose. I've seen a couple fairly close in Alaska and they are BIG!!!