Target fixation

On the way to work your bike skids on the flattened corpse of a pigeon. You saw it in plenty of time, but that didn't save you: your eyes snagged on the hollow bones, and your wheels followed. As the world flips on its side and you slide along the tarmac, you see the bird kicked up into the air, and then the shattered wings flapping. It pulls left into the sky, and you try to lift your head from the road to follow it, but you are stuck there.