Why Racoons Shouldn't Drink

I was hoping to have a picture to go along with this post, but I wanted to post it while it's still fresh. I'll have to post a picture when one is sent out to our group.

This weekend I participated in Ride To Provide for Fan Free Clinic in Richmond, VA. I signed up to ride in honor of my friend Dennis Beierschmitt who passed away earlier this year. More on the ride in another post.

Imagine EBFE Virginia -- back country roads, little to no traffic, and lots of roadkill. Riding along, we pass a lot of road kill. Racoons, squirrels, skunks, etc. litter the road after they're tragically struck by speeding motorists.

One particular racoon had been posed in quite an unusual way. So unusual that many of the riders nearly fell off their bicycles from laughing so hard. You see, Bob the Racoon had an empty beer can neatly tucked under its arm.

Now, Bob should have known better than to drink and try and cross the road. He should have remembered what happened to the chicken who crossed the road to get to the bars on the other side. He should have remembered what happened to Frogger when he got to the third level and got cocky and did a shot of tequilla.

But alas, Bob is dead now -- all because he had himself a High Life.