Ironic Irony And Other Twisty Paths Of Fate

Just in case anyone was thinking that irony was not a living, breathing concept which must be dealt with in the real world from time to time, rather than an internet lifestyle, I want to disabuse you of that notion. I was bitch slapped by irony yesterday.

I passed my motorcycle exam! Yesterday was the 4th class of my PA Basic Motorcycle Safety course, and after about 6 hours of classroom time and 10 hours of practical riding time, they give you a fairly difficult practical examination. I can say without shame that I did extremely well. I did a figure 8 in a tiny painted box without touching the lines. I did 90 degree turns very smoothly and most importantly, I did the emergency stops with a fine degree of expertise. The emergency stops are, you know, stopping really fast in case an obstacle on the road jumps out in front of you like a car or say, a deer. I killed at those. I've always been a good break screecher.

And then on the way home from passing the exam with flying colors, a deer jumped out in front of me and I rammed it at 15 miles per hour. I must say that I'd been going much faster, and I saw it coming out of the woods and hit the breaks, but I wasn't fast enough. I don't think I hurt the deer much, he kind of shook himself, got up and took off. Damn bambi.

And I'm ok... mostly. I think it only bent the handlebar a bit on my bike when I fell; I didn't see any other scratches and all of the hoses and lines and whatnot seemed intact, so I continued to drive it home. I have screwed up my ankle a bit, though, but I'm sure it's just a bruise... I can still limp about just fine and it's only slightly painful.

So my point about irony is... deer are a menace! Kill them all!

Comments

[Miss Luongo]

White-tailed dear: "the most dangerous and destructive wild animal in North America, an animal responsible for maiming and killing hundreds of humans each year"

Those deer have the nerve to over-populate our land and aggressively throw themselves in front of our motor vehicles on our roads.

The only solution..."You have to kill it with guns."

[messiestobjects]

I know! Good article right? I have to say, I've always been pro-deer and anti-hunting, but after that well written article and my own recent experience with the murdering little fauns... The damn bambis must die!

[messiestobjects]

My favorite irony in that article by the way is that Hunters are actually responsible for increasing the number of deer in our forests by encouraging breeding in the off season so that, come hunting time, they can basically sit on a tree stump with a beer cooler and shoot everything that walks by. So irony on top of irony, the stereotype image of the fat stupid lazy drunk hunter is doubly reinforced by their kindness to the deer population! (If you can stomach the idea of helping deer be more successful as a species so you can shoot them later as a kindness, that is.)