My epic close call was actually quite a while ago, but thought I'd share anyways. Was riding the north downs on my road bike (yes, I'm a cheap whore and cheat on my single once and a while and ride something with a few options) near Woldingham. Was coming down a hill towards a round about and about 50 yards in front of me a huge bull, complete with a set of horns 2.5 feet on each side, came charging out of the bush onto the road, stopped in the middle of the road staring at me. I locked up my brakes desperately hoping to slow from the 33mph I was doing to 0 as fast as possible. I managed to stop about 20 yards from the bull not sure what to do, looking behind me the nearest car had stopped about 30 yards behind me. With no help from the vehicle, I also realized at that point I was wearing a red jersey (double crap). What followed felt like an eternity, but was more like a 20 second stare down, while i feared for my life. Maybe I won the stare down, but the bull then finished crossing the road and left me with weak legs, just being thankful to have not got gored. http://kriscanuck.wordpress.com/2009/04/18/bulls-on-parade/
My epic close call was actually quite a while ago, but thought I'd share anyways. Was riding the north downs on my road bike (yes, I'm a cheap whore and cheat on my single once and a while and ride something with a few options) near Woldingham. Was coming down a hill towards a round about and about 50 yards in front of me a huge bull, complete with a set of horns 2.5 feet on each side, came charging out of the bush onto the road, stopped in the middle of the road staring at me. I locked up my brakes desperately hoping to slow from the 33mph I was doing to 0 as fast as possible. I managed to stop about 20 yards from the bull not sure what to do, looking behind me the nearest car had stopped about 30 yards behind me. With no help from the vehicle, I also realized at that point I was wearing a red jersey (double crap). What followed felt like an eternity, but was more like a 20 second stare down, while i feared for my life. Maybe I won the stare down, but the bull then finished crossing the road and left me with weak legs, just being thankful to have not got gored.
http://kriscanuck.wordpress.com/2009/04/18/bulls-on-parade/