1990,HWY50,NEVADA,165MPH,2 ZX11'S,NO TRAFFIC,I'M IN FRONT, NOW REMEMBER YOUR COVERING ABOUT A FOOTBALL FIELD LENGTH PER SECOND,I SEE SOME SMALL BIRDS EATING ROAD KILL UP AHEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD.I HEAD TOWARDS THEM, I'LL GO TO THE MIDDLE OF THE PACK,THEY'LL FLY AWAY TO THE OUTSIDE,LICKITY SPLIT I'M THERE,HOLY F*UCK THESE F*UCKERS ARE HUGE,THEY MOVE TO ESCAPE, THE FIRST ONE OPENS IT'S WINGS,S*HIT THERE SIX FEET ACROSS,I DUCK BEHIND MY WINDSCREEN WAITING FOR IMPACT...WHOOOSH..I FEEL A BRUSH OFF MY SHOULDER & HELMET, I LOOK IN MY SIDE MIRROR,THE BIRDS ARE DOING SUMMERSALTS, I SLOW DOWN, MY BUDDY CATCHES UP,YOU CRAZY F*UCK, THEY WOULD HAVE KNOCKED YOU CLEAN OFF YOUR BIKE,IF YOU HIT THEM,YOU KNOW HE'S RIGHT ,WHEW..