Suicide by the Dashboard Lights

Trip Start Sep 05, 2007
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Trip End May 01, 2008


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Thursday, January 31, 2008

"It was a Sparrow" she said. My temporary flatmate laughed at me as I described it to her. I had just peeled it out from under my wiper, and was laughing and sad at the same time.

My first surf experience in Gisborne didn't go so well. I got really badly tossed and only managed to surf the white-water on the way in. The sun was low in my eyes, and I struggled to see the road in front of me as I pulled out. I accelerated hard into a "thump". The on-coming driver must have shit his pants as I swerved almost into the oncoming land. "Fucking American, it's the LEFT side of the road here", I can almost hear him say. "Sorry".

I composed myself and steadied the car. There was a tiny life on my windscreen. Or former life I should say. I hit the pipers to get it off and out of my sight. To my horror it got stuck under my wiper blade. I shifted my focus to the bird as it left a bloody arc in front of me.

I don't know why I sprayed it with washer fluid, I must have sub-consciously figured that would solve the problem. It only made it squeak. It was still alive. In front of me was a murder fit for a Tarantino movie.

A few more wipes got it out... and stuck below the wipers, still in my field of vision. Staring at me. I didn't know what to do. "Maybe if I swerve it will fall out onto the road. Maybe a car will put it out of its misery". It squeaked. I swerved. The guy in the oncoming lane shit himself. Bad Idea. He will probably meet the last guy at the nearest K-Mart in the undies aisle.

I don't know why I didn't stop. I felt too sick. I didn't want to deal with it.

It was dead by the time I got home.
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