Staff Blog: Bird Strikes

I’m developing a theory, or at least something more substantial than a random thought, that birds have it in for my Suzuki GSX-R750.

Pigeons definitely don’t like it.  Each morning they wait in numbers in the long grass until it’s close, then, steady lads, explode from the verge in a syncronised show of disgust. Earlier this week a red kite, complete with five-feet wingspan, seemed to lay down a challenge.

It stood in the road as we approached, unwilling to leave the rabbit carcass it was devouring  until we were feet away. Then it was all wings and talons with me, once again, burying my head behind the screen as it scraped over the top of my helmet. The week before a cock pheasant ran round in a mad figure-of-eight before diving under my bike’s wheels, presumably as some kind of protest, punching a hole in the fairing. 

And before you say it serves me right for riding around the countryside like an idiot, I’m not: the GSX-R is running-in. We are stately at best.

 

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