Thursday morning Michelle and I hiked to the road. She had work, and I had a training for a new contract. As we loaded our packs in the car, we looked down at our bikes, chained and hidden in the trees along the beach. They’d been knocked over, so we went to investigate. We found them on their sides, and rim-deep in moose turds. When we looked closer, we found broken spokes on both tires of the Xtracycle. My bike had been stomped by a moose!
Applying a little amateur forensics, we have surmised that a moose had been up on the road, possibly after dark, and had gotten spooked by a car, rushed down onto the beach, and ran into the bikes. It probably knocked them over and trampled them in a panic, which would account for the fecal decoration.
Oddly, the young branches of the tree the bikes had been chained to weren’t broken, even though the moose appears to have passed between the bikes and the tree, stepping over the cable. But, we’ve seen moose crash through thickets without breaking anything more than a dry twig, so it’s hard to say, really.
It’s not fair. We just got the bikes to the road and started using them again, and now mine’s out of action! I’ll need to talk to the local bike shop to see if they can fix these wheels, or if we’ll need to order new ones. It’s a set back we didn’t need, especially during National Bike Month!