CATastrophe!

I hit a cat on my ride last night. It wasn't intentional, and I'm certainly not proud of the fact, it just happened. Somewhere in Tallebudgera Valley a cat darted across from the left-hand side of the road. I took a swerve to the right, figuring it would just turn around and run back off the road, but that didn't happen. It kept going across my line until it ran into my front wheel. Fortunately by this stage I'd managed to get the brakes on enough to avoid inflicting any serious injuries, and the animal was able to run off the road after the incident.

It was the first time I've ever hit anything bigger than a canetoad, and unlike all those collisions with canetoads, this one was a genuine accident. It had been a freaky night all round. Virtually every dog in the valley barked at me, although none of them were brave enough to give chase for some reason. It's surprising just how many dogs are around when theyall bark. The big, irrational south-westerly wind promised rain but didn't deliver (much to my disappointment). About the only constant was the glow worms that came out to greet me in that little grove by the creek at the end of the road.

Still, 59km after work is always good. I just hope my first impressions were right and the cat wasn't seriously injured. Maybe I should just be glad it was my bike that delivered the lesson and none of the cars that would have passed down that road on either side.