smigeon
The last two times that I jumped on the Cruiser - no, nothing like that, it's the popular name for the non-stop service between London King's Cross and Cambridge - we had bird hits.
You've seen smoke trails in wind tunnels, seen the wonderful, fluidic behaviour of moving air over solid objects; it hugs things. Smashing into a pigeon, an event I hereby entitle a smigeon (almost at risk of a homonym), is like spectacularly bursting your favourite feather-pillow all over the shop. Except that it can be wet, and a little gooey.
It is most exciting when you're in the first carriage... and the vents are open.
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Ick.
I feel very sick.
I once had a smigeon incident on an interstate in PA. I swear there was an outline of the outstretched bird on my windshield for weeks. I could not get it off. It looked liked the birds aura.
I belive the industry standard term is 'birdstrike'. A friend did that with a deer, when he stopped he had a fur wheeltrim.
How wonderfully and hysterically horrendous..."wet and gooey feather-pillow." I will most surely be thinking about that as I go to sleep tonight. I should stop laughing at the poor departed bird's crisis by then.
Do you ever cruise on the Cruiser? And if so you need to let me know when you will be riding it when I come to London this spring... LOL... ;-)
Alas, you have caused me to remember a story about a frozen chicken that shattered the windshield of a car.
Or at least the gist of it. Thankfully, the details still escape me.
Ick is right.
Does this mean you'll be wearing a body condom the next time on the Cruiser?