And I just started riding a motorcycle again, too. The roads that would normally be fun to zip through, leaning through the curves, now I’m riding slow, watching for some kamakazee bambi to harsh my ride.
“And I just started riding a motorcycle again, too. The roads that would normally be fun to zip through, leaning through the curves, now I’m riding slow, watching for some kamakazee bambi to harsh my ride.”
I was riding out of town heading home about 5 years ago at dusk. Curvy mountainous road. Bambi ran out in front of me and did the back and forth dance as I swerved one way and then the other while braking. We collided. Bambi went flying thru the air into the shoulder upon impact. To this day I give full credit to God for me walking away from that wreck! I hit Bambi doing about 55 and not a scratch on me or the bike. Frigging unbelievable, thank you Jesus!
Still have my airhead BMW, and some friend that have bad experiences with deer.
Once had a handful of them around me in slow traffic.
I did not what to do?
Still recall that event each time I pass that location.