One of my biggest fears is hitting an animal on the road. On our way home, from a weekend ride, I hit a deer today. Going up a slight grade, on a newly constructed 4 lane highway going up to a venue when the olympics came to Salt Lake City. I was passing a slow geo tracker and was concentrated on getting around him and back in the far righ lane. I’m guessing we were going around 65-70.
Then my wife is hitting me on the leg and points to my left and I have half a second to get on the brakes, hard. A buck mule deer was right in front of me. I can vividly see the velvet on his horns. My front tire clips his back legs, according to my wife sending him spinning. Luckily he didn’t spin back into us.
Damage-a small scrape on my front fender with a bit of hair. One scared wife. A lucky call today.
Then my wife is hitting me on the leg and points to my left and I have half a second to get on the brakes, hard. A buck mule deer was right in front of me. I can vividly see the velvet on his horns. My front tire clips his back legs, according to my wife sending him spinning. Luckily he didn’t spin back into us.
Damage-a small scrape on my front fender with a bit of hair. One scared wife. A lucky call today.