Ouch! Deer stories *hit* close to home for me; I caught one in the face once at about 30mph while cycling some years back. Was out hammering in the sticks with some mates and scared up a bunch in the woods alongside us. I was off the front a bit and heard someone behind yell out, and looked to my right just in time to see several deer in mid flight. They were jumping a wire fence trying to cross the road before we got there. Didn't make it; Bambi and I made eye contact right before her front hooves hit the pavement, which unfortunately was about the same time my front wheel hit her front shoulder. Boom; arseholes over elbows, fur flying fun. Bambi and I both got up, her a lot quicker than me. Still carrying scars from that one, but the most lasting pain was having to hear everyone singing that song about "grandma got run over by a reindeer" for years after! Heck; for months every time someone saw so much as a squirrel by the road they'd yell at me, "lookout, it's coming for you!"
Every time I feel the urge to air it out a bit on some woodsy stretch of road these days, I think of what's in those woods and think better of it. That's served me well so far, since I've seen a number of critters just off the road that I'm glad not to have met up close and personal. Be careful out there indeed!
Every time I feel the urge to air it out a bit on some woodsy stretch of road these days, I think of what's in those woods and think better of it. That's served me well so far, since I've seen a number of critters just off the road that I'm glad not to have met up close and personal. Be careful out there indeed!
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