The dangers of Iceland's roads include nails, screws, pot holes and Icelandic drivers themselves. But surprisingly none of these compare to the beady eyed master of ambush most commonly thought of as a sheep. Especially for the motorcyclist. Sure, if you in your car hit Lambchops and her play along friends your holiday might suffer a slight set back at the rather unpleasant mess that is sure to ensue. However, unless you put yourself into a ditch while trying to avoid it you will come out ok (and if you did, or drove yourself off a cliff because a lot of Icelandic roads lack guard rails, then you understand just how deadly fluffy and cute can be). But if you are a motorcyclist, then you truly understand how cunning and crafty these beasts can be.
As those in the center of the road distract you, and then run away to safety, you begin to speed up again, and THAT is when you have been lured into the trap the sly sucker has set for you and will dart out of the ditch to throw himself under your wheels. Or at the very least because he figures if his friends are safe on the other side of the road then he better run AT the metal machine to join them.
Sheep my friends, are an insidious evil.
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