I usually ride my bicycle in the evening as it gets dark. It is cooler, there is very little traffic, and I can see the stars and moon. Friday night I got a little later start than usual and rode in the dark.
When I got home Tammy complained I smelled of skunk. My sense of smell is not good but... sniff, sniff... she was right - I smelled a skunk smell. It wasn't coming from me, was it? Yup.
I then remembered that about a half mile after I turned around and began to ride back home I
saw in the darkness what looked to be a black cat on the side of the
road.
It wasn't a black cat.
I had been sprayed by a skunk. But I had rode fast enough that I couldn't smell it until I stopped riding when I got home.
All my clothes are hanging on the clothesline outside. I *think* the smell is coming from my shoes and socks. I'll find out in the morning. Tonight I took a shower and got the smell off me.
All these thousands of miles riding my bicycle in the dark and this was the first time I got sprayed by a skunk.
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