Cruising along, my attention is grabbed by a flash of something in the low gully on the right side of the road... grizzlies! I slow and make a U-turn. I stop safely, well past them on the other side of the road, take out my phone, set up the camera function, and slip it into my jacket pocket. I ride slowly back past the bears, make another U-turn, and slowly approach the three large brown beasts on the same side of the road where they are grazing. I stop, leave my motor running holding my clutch lever, prepared to flee if necessary. I know that grizzly bears are fast and agile. They can run forty miles per hour so, if one decides to attack, I have little or no chance of escaping. I have knowingly put myself at a disadvantage. One large bear glances up at me, then goes back to grazing, then glances up again, and back to grazing. This happens two or three times when I decide it's time to make my move if I'm going to get a picture. The situation is extremely tense as I put my transmission in neutral, let the clutch lever out, and lean the bike onto the kickstand. No sudden moves- I am very slow and deliberate as that same unpredictable bear continues to check me out. I remove the phone from my jacket pocket and wait for it to look up again. As it does, I snap a picture but, by the time it takes, the bear's head is down again. I wait- again it looks up. I snap another photo but, again, fail to capture it looking directly at me for that brief instant. At this point, I feel like I've pushed my luck far enough. I return the camera to my pocket, raise my bike off the kickstand, pull in my clutch lever, kick the shift lever into first gear, release the clutch, and slowly accelerate. As I ease my way past the third bear, I twist the throttle and shift through the gears, letting out a sigh of relief that the danger is past.
Just Cruzin' Douglas Miller pp65-6