Braving the Great Ostrich Race
I'm straddling an ostrich, gripping its wing bones like handlebars on a bike.
As we're waiting in the starting gate of the 2011 Great Ostrich Race, the 8-foot, 300-pound bird thrashes into every wall and bucks me off several times -- hardly an invitation to jockey. The tiny bird bones feel like little feather-covered pretzel sticks. Not sure why I'm prone to worry about snapping the wings off a bird that seems inclined to break every bone in my body.
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