Tell us moar tell us moar!!
I came around a bend at 18 MPH, saw the tree, said “Holy Poop!” (really said something else), hit the brakes, stopped 2 feet short, cardio-converted myself out of ventricular fibrillation, let my pupils adjust back to normal, scooted around said tree, snapped a picture, rode home, posted on the forum, had a beer.
