Le motard et le blain

Non, on ne passe pas, Monsieur le Motard ! C'est MON territoire !

Alors, les paris sont ouverts....Ce motard va-t-il réussir à passer ?

" Iwas riding my trail bike up a hill when I came across this grumpy old ram with huge horns, It charged my bike then started attacking me, surprisingly powerful animal.

Commentaire du gars :

"I Couldn't turn my bike around as I was on a steep hill & if I did he would have charged me side on which could have broken my leg. This guy is known for his aggression & attacks for no reason, he's even attacked a group of pig hunting dogs. In the end I had to pick up a branch & wave it in front of him, he didn't like the noise & backed off enough for me to make my escape."

Il paraît que ce vieux bélier est connu dans le coin. Il s'en est même pris à une meute de chiens. Alors, comme la pente était escarpée, le chemin trop étroit, le motard est descendu de sa bécane pour éloigner le bestiau a pris une branche pour le faire reculer.