Exploding the Rabbit.

Last Friday night, I went for a shred with Derek from the bike shop after work.  We entered the forest through Buff Park, climbed Elden Lookout Road, Red Onion, and descended Sunset and Schultz.  The trail conditions were awesome - all those people claiming that the trails are blown out and dusty need to harden the fuck up and appreciate a good thing while it's here.
At the tail end of Schultz, I saw something that looked like a rabbit lunge toward the front wheel of my bike out of the corner of my Nite-Rider Tunnel Vision.  While I tried to lift the front end up a bit, I saw the bunny too late, and felt a lite thump as my front tire rolled over it.  I stopped and turned around to see if it was alright, or even still there.  At the scene of the incident, there was a ton of fur and severed tail, but no blood and no rabbit.

What happens to rabbits when they loose their tails?  Is he going to go home to a pissed off rabbit-wife?  Will he still get some tail?  I hope his missing tail doesn't ostracize him from his rabbit-community; a lone rabbit stands no chance against the harsh reality of coyotes, mountain lions, and bears...

My first blog-post goes out to honor all the tailless rabbits out there.  They need our support.