Last week I went for a mountain bike ride. It was slightly overcast, and not as horribly hot as it had been so I thought I might see a tortoise. I did. I was riding a tire width chute between two rocks when I saw him. In the chute. I only missed running over him with the front tire by about a half an inch. I was afraid I would get him with the rear so with a little help from gravity I (gracefully) laid the bike down, and sort of jumped, ran off.
Luckily I didn't hit him, but he seemed to realize how close he was to getting acquainted to mountain bike tire tread. He was really trying to make tracks, and get out of Dodge. He was only about two inches long. I figure maybe last year's hatch. I moved him off the trail, and told some other cyclists I ran into to watch or them.
In case you were wondering Ol' Blue survived unharmed.
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