So it turns out that Sydney drivers aren’t merely content with trying to kill cyclists by the tried and true method of running us off the road – they are also training ‘murders’ of magpies to assist them.
According to Wikipedia there are other collective nouns for magpies – but for the ‘Australian Magpie’ I feel ‘murder’ is the most appropriate.
So there we were just riding along, minding our own business; now maybe it was the smell of the fish as chips we just consumed, (you’re allowed to at the end of a 140km ride) or maybe if was our shiny bike helmets, which did look pretty PRO and/or ELITE, but some winged jerk took a disliking to us.
No, this wasn’t just a swoop and go – the fiend swooped and pecked at us for a collective 5 dives, leaving us both with small red marks on the neck/ear and a new found loathing for Australia animals.
It’s pretty lucky that:
a) Me and The Girl had pretty decent bike handling skills
b) We were on a bike path and off the main road at the time
c) We didn’t look like this during the attack… or ever…
Completely unjustified attack, I only ate 2 of its eggs.