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19 Oct 2006, 7:01 am / Relieved
I figure I got pretty damn lucky last Friday night on my way home from work.
I live out in East Texas in a county with a fair deer population so I'm always scanning the bar ditches ahead of me. Twilight was just passing so it was a little hard to pick out detail but I saw a shape standing at the right edge of the road just a little bit ahead of me. Sure enough that shape turned into deer and I was clippin' along at little over 70. I shut her down a little too hard and the front tire started skiddin'. That's about the time I got even with the deer and just like I expected that's when she decided to make her run for the other side of the road.
For just a second my whole world was the color of deer and I saw her back leg clip the tire and knock the front end sharp left. And I know I saw deer shit hit my fender. I can't laugh at that ol' doe takin' a dump right then cause that's what I was doin'. The only thing goin' through my mind right then was, "Well that's it. My bike is screwed and I'm gonna break every damn bottle of beer I got with me." I had just stopped by the beer store and strapped an 18 pack to the pillion.
I released the brakes and powered through the little wobble. I figure God likes Harleys and didn't want that beer wasted cause I didn't go down. I made it to the house, broke open a beer and checked my shorts feelin' damn lucky.
You folks that ride rual areas, scan that bar ditch well ahead of you. Deer season is here and they're on the move.
Keep the rubber down.
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