Riding the Guzzi on River Road, just north of Caesarea, Ontario, a rural area, around 7:00pm on Wednesday, lovely conditions. Going about 80km/h, minding my own business, no one around for miles, when quite suddenly something very big, brown, and with feathers appeared in front of my face. It came out of nowhere. Incoming! I ducked and braced for impact. A split second later, and nothing. I popped back up with a sigh of relief, only to find his buddy following. I only had time to drop my chin. The bird pounded the top of my helmet with an incredibly violent thud. I don't know what became of him, but I don't imagine it was survivable.
I was okay, and continued slowly, assessing the situation. All appeared well at first glance, but then I discovered the GPS mount had been flipped 90°. And the GPS itself? Gone! I slowly rode back and forth, but it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Other than the GPS and a mirror slightly askew, there was no evidence whatsoever of the incident. No feathers, no blood, nothing. No marks on the helmet. I had a smaller bird strike in the face last fall; at least he was good enough to leave a couple of feathers.
I don't what kind of bird it was. Many, many times larger than a sparrow, for example, but not as big as a turkey. So, perhaps a hawk or a small owl?
The new, and absurdly expensive, GPS arrives in the mail today.
If anyone stumbles upon a battered Garmin GPS in the ditch on River Road, it's mine!