I've been hesitant to tell this story. It sure isn't a happy one, and thinking of the event brings feelings I can't really understand or explain. But here it is.
2 months ago I was riding in a deer infested area and hit one. An unhealthy looking spike buck sprinted across the road from the left, with his head down. When impact came, my left fist and the handlebar it was holding hit him in the jaw muscle at a whopping 40 miles an hour.
My clip on spun on the fork tube, since I'd cut out the ridiculous pins RE had seen fit to lock them in place with. The bar end mirror spun around the bar and left a slight bruise on my forearm. The clutch lever slammed shut on one of my knuckles and left a small bruise.
I don't remember having to try to keep the bike upright, just that I couldn't possibly turn left with the left bar now nearly touching the tank while going straight. I stopped at the first safe turn off a quarter mile down the road. There I collected myself, checked myself and the bike over, and got an allen wrench out to straighten the bar and mirror.
Starting back to go home, I was thinking THAT deer is going to think about running in traffic every time he chews for the next week. I'd socked him right in the jaw muscle!
Wrong. He was as dead as dead gets, looked like he just rag dolled right off the pavement and never moved again.
Neither my luck nor the deer's seem believable. To me at least. Guess I should be glad he wasn't wearing one of these.
