Maybe I was just overwhelmed by the summer heat, but it was stanky on my evening ride. What are the worst smells you encounter while cycling? I’ll start
Stagnant water - like in an irrigation canal or field cooking at 100 degrees
A dead bloated deer that just burst open after it had been sitting on the side of the road for 4 or 5 days in 95 degree heat. You can smell that for miles away.
a big guy that is totally out of shape, farts, and stinks like onions, cheetos, and spicy sausage 10 minutes into the warm-up. just as i ride around him to get it on, there is a pile of unidentifable road kill that has melted into pavement with one chunk of rotten flesh sticking straight up. flies are all over that, and a giant vulture is on the side of the road eager to eat up that repugnant dead thing. even though i’m riding quickly the stench of road kill seems to soak into my derma layer, and stay in my nose for at least another 15 minutes.
once that’s all over, a farm appears up the road, to the left. there are about 1000 hogs in 10 square feet. they’re caked in their own mucky shit, and roasting in 98 degree heat with 87% humidity. a few flea varmit roosters run out in the road just as you approach the farm, and a dog appears out of no-where…it’s fast for having only 3 legs.
as i get close to the pig swallow, it’s as if i entered another world, as if i’ve crossed some invisible wall where the air is nothing but invisible shit. thick, hot, humid shit. the kind that’s soft like mixed up concrete in a wheelbarrel. the kind that clinches your chest, squeezes you tight and punches you in the face.
i try to go faster, but the air is so thick and dense from humidity it’s as if my tires are riding in the muck pool the pigs are swimming in.
and just as i’m about to break free, just as i’m close to crossing over that wall where i’m no longer in a foul smelling twilight zone–a diesel truck hauling 12 horses comes up behind me on this narrow road…
Road kill is always the worst, in my opinion. Odd how you never smell it, untill you are right upon it. Too late to hold your breath. Then it seems to follow you for a bit. Even thinking about it makes my stomach upset. I have never passed a turkey farm, but I imagine thats pretty rough also.
My office borders a horse farm and there is a manure pile the size of a house- that being said, I got to work and cracked my windows knowing I had some really rank gear in the truck.
I get out to go home and go to my truck as I open to door I stagger backwards in a rush stench and horse flies—