Bad things happen in 3’s

You have all heard the saying; Bad things happen in 3’s well here are mine for the week just gone Wednesday morning around 00:20am , im hacking through the country lanes, on a beautiful summers evening, No cars on the road, Head lights on full, as i power round a sweeping bend out steps “Floppy Bunny Tail”, clearly thinking what a nice night for a stroll, hopping across the road. Fluffy goes one2one with me, the formula is as follows Small fluffy Soft Bunny V’s 300kg’s of Bavaria’s finest , Needless to say Little fluffy Bunny Rabbits last view of mother earth was my sump guard followed at an alarming rate by my rear wheel, So as floppy checks out and heads for the great pasture in the sky with a nice Bridgestone Trailmax tyre impression over his back, the words ring in my ears “There's a fog along the horizon,” “A strange glow in the sky,” “And nobody seems to know where you go,” “And what does it mean? Oh,” “is it a dream?” "Bright Eyes" However i have to say i don’t know about that old saying of Shit sticking to fur, but i can reassure you all that rabbit sticks to BMW’s just fine. Oh and before all you tree huggers start, trust me no matter how much i adore wild life, if its a matter of Fluffy bunny tail meeting his maker, or me stacking my bike and wrapping it around a tree and possibly meeting my maker, then its no contest, fluffy looses every time So Move onto Saturday, im just about to leave work when the QTRU has a slight system malfunction and trashes a trailers, so if your have ever wanted to know what 1 Minute 17 Seconds and 4 frames of trashed film look like on a floor then check out the pictures And finally, im walking through the door, taking off my Bike jacket when my bloody watch strap breaks, what a week