Last November, while traveling for Thanksgiving, I passed a flock of wild turkeys alongside the road. The thought briefly crossed my mind of swerving and collecting a bit of bonus meat for the occasion.
I’m glad I didn’t. Those things can be fierce.
Short version: turkey and biker collide. Turkey is killed, but biker ends up with six broken ribs, broken shoulder blade, and numerous other injuries.
I see two possible futures for Mr. Grimes. Next Thanksgiving, he’s either going to relish the traditional dinner more than ever, or he’s going to run screaming from the table.