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We will never know.
On the way home from work Friday, I was on a straight back country road crossing a big field at @ ~60. This one had no corn, and was fallow.
A big vulture was on the side of the road next to a telephone pole, and started flapping when he heard me. I chopped throttle, and slowed as they like to fly across the road and never seem to get too much height. I have almost hit several in the past.
Just as I get close I notice 2 small young deer cowering next to the pole freeking out ready to cross into the road.
Why did they jump? We will never know.
Because there were 2 there, and the bird was flapping, I guess they had to bolt. It has been my experience that if there is only 1 it usually does not run, but if there is more than 1 they do much more often.
So these 2 decide they have to cross in front of me. I grab brake hard, and emergency stop, but do not lock up the front or back tire.
The first one passes directly in front of me by 15 feet (I’d guess I was going 20 mph by that point) and the 2nd is coming straight at me.
I thought I was by when I hear a soft thud – not much really. The bike did not move – just kept slowing straight and true.
I looked in the mirrors and saw bambi on his face doing summersaults across the dashed yellow line. It stopped and did not get up.
I thought about stopping and going back to see if it lived, but I kept on going instead, never stopped completely, never locked it up.
When I got home I found a blood streak on my right side bag.
That was when I realized how close I really was to serious trouble. 3 feet farther, and we would both be down.
Break less - hit #1, break more hit #2. I almost made it through clean, but not quite.
Got lucky for sure, but the bike did it’s part and so did the safety course of 10 yeas ago. The panic and avoidance skills were reflexive and saved me this time for sure, but God gets all the credit.
Thank you God.
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Just ride it!
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