Miata Mailing List: September 1994, Message #32
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   From: Roadburn@aol.com
Subject: RE: Boids
   Date: Thu, 1 Sep 1994 22:52:25 -0400

     Mathematical query:
     Is there an aura around Miatas that protects the driver from falling
bird droppings? Or is it aerodynamics? Or am I living on borrowed time?
     I cross a major suspension bridge to and from work each day; it is home
to approximately 17 billion roosting pigeons. Those grim, gray birds sit up
there eyeing me with calculating looks, but in two and a half years not one
of them has nailed me. Has the law of averages been repealed?
     This scenario has been the source of mild paranoia ever since I went
topless. Can I stop looking up? Or should I start wearing a hat?