Bernie Brewer
Grouchy Old Fart
Scary thing last night.
I was on a long highway ride from Muskegon to Lansing, following my brother in a van. I see a ton of bright blood and think "wow, how red. Must be fresh". I keep seeing more and more blood and then a deer dead in front of me. No time for anything. I blasted straight through it at 70-75. Handlebars wiggled back and forth a bit but nothing else. I was pretty loud so I think I tore through it rib cage or something. I got home and was cleaning blood and flesh from my tires at 1:00AM.
Hibeams all the time for me from now on. Going the speedlimit had me overriding the lows.
I had something similar happen years ago. Went for a late-night ride, and saw (too late) a possum in the road. Hit it square, and it literally blew up. Possum guts all over the engine and exhaust. No amount of scrubbing would remove it. Damned bike stunk to high heaven every time i fired it up for a month. At least it wasn't skunk.