So I am bumpin' along down the interstate way back when...

I see a couple Florida Vultures (also protected) working over a road kill on the shoulder. I am watching them as they take off and one of the nasty bastards flies right into my path away from me.

I got the truck slowed down to about 40 mph before it hit dead center in my windshield nearly coming thru it. Had i hit it full speed I am sure it would have been in my lap. I was lucky the shattering glass shards did not take out my eyes.

So I stop and put my gloves on to pull this giant bird off of my mirror braces where it had slid over and got stuck on. A giant bird that was eating dead flesh and is now... "Dead Flesh"

It smelled so bad I was wretching trying to hold my lunch of "dead flesh" (chicken) down.

I grabbed it and thinking it was gonna be heavy gave it a hard toss and the damn thong flew three times farther than I thought it would.

I woulda thought "dead flesh" would be heavier?

Challenging ride home with a severly spiderweb shattered windshiels that I was sure would collapse the rest of the way in at any moment. Slow ride. It did not.