tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791205829167373593.post7100099197150390612..comments2023-08-05T10:10:14.345-04:00Comments on The Flamenco Chuckwagon: A Pack Of AnimalsChuck Wagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418906274684022977noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791205829167373593.post-6645046147967128532007-10-02T14:33:00.000-04:002007-10-02T14:33:00.000-04:00I feel your pain on the squirrel. Couple weeks ag...I feel your pain on the squirrel. Couple weeks ago on the hottest riding day of the year, I was doing a slow climb up a ridiculous hill. I wasn't looking, and rode right through a dead woodchuck or something similar. It was bloated and burst, covering my legs in vile roadkill goo. For the remainder of the ride festering guts were on my legs, and the stink was ungodly. I showered and soaped off bigtime when I got home but the smell stuck in my nostrils for about 5 days.Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10461836999036966262noreply@blogger.com