Not long after leaving my lunch spot, I came across the cows. About 6 of them had slipped through a break in the fence and occupied the road—these cows were utterly terrified of me and started panicking. Half of them found their way back through the hole in the fence. The other three ran all over the place, frantically trying to find their way back in. Unsuccessful, they took off down the road. I learned that a cow’s run is about the same speed as a unicyclist’s roll. After a bit, when they hadn’t yet given up their flight, I backed off and eventually stopped altogether. They continued, stopping about a quarter mile down the road. I resumed riding, and as I approached the cows, they fled again, ignoring my assurance that I wasn’t after them. They were tiring out and slowing down. One managed to hop the fence into a new pasture, where a curious herd watched the scene unfold with much interest. After another few hundred yards, one of the remaining two gave up from exhaustion and huddled against the fence in fear as I passed. It was down to me, the last remaining cow, and an oncoming car. As we converged, the cow found a private drive to turn onto and took a flying leap over the cattle guards. I’ve never seen a cow jump like that before. The woman driving the car shook her head and laughed as she drove by. I mean unicycles and flying cows… I was shaking my head and laughing, too.