I’ve had some unusual things hap­pen to me while cycling, but this is going to rate as the weird­est. I was rid­ing my moun­tain bike around some trails on the cam­pus of the school I work at, when I came around a cor­ner and saw this:

As I stared at it, and it stared back at me, I really was speech­less. The Mino­taur started slowly approach­ing me, which started to freak me out. What the hell was going on?

At this point, the Mino­taur stood up and removed his head, which revealed it to be a her. It turns out it was one of my gui­tar stu­dents, and she was help­ing out a coach who was hav­ing a theme birth­day party in the woods. After sev­eral min­utes of intense nego­ti­a­tions, my safe pas­sage was allowed, and I was even allowed to return to the path twice more. I saw sev­eral other odd things in the wood, but none threat­ened my safety. The three witches were even polite enough to ask if they were sup­posed to fight me.