It was a good ride. The trail was in such good shape, we flew all the way to the top. At one point, I stopped. I looked down. There was a bony, partly-hairy leg laying in the middle of the trail. I thought to myself, "Dang, I knew the time would come when Bernzie would rip one of my legs off during a ride, but why did he have to do it when it's so cold out?" I thought to myself, "Dang, I'm in a tight spot!" As it turns out it was just a deer's leg and all my parts were still attached. And that's what makes a good ride.
Not a clue about why a deer's leg was laying in the middle of the trail.