09-04-2019, 01:54 AM
My only deer strike was while driving a Plymouth Valiant in Espanola, New Mexico. The local sheriff stopped by to make sure I was ok, and when I said that I didn't want to keep the deer, he strapped it to the hood of his cruiser and drove off.
I'm currently only riding the blacktop jungle on my daily commutes, but my last job routed me through a fairly wild twisty canyon road. I was always on the lookout for animals, and on only one occasion, clipped the butt of a coyote who darted out in front of me. He seemed ok, but I watched in slow motion as the front half of my Bonneville's fender sheared off and smacked my left hand as it went up and over. Ouch. Made it to work, then started pricing the replacement parts. More ouch. I ended up riding back and picking up all of the hardware pieces I could find along the road.
I'm currently only riding the blacktop jungle on my daily commutes, but my last job routed me through a fairly wild twisty canyon road. I was always on the lookout for animals, and on only one occasion, clipped the butt of a coyote who darted out in front of me. He seemed ok, but I watched in slow motion as the front half of my Bonneville's fender sheared off and smacked my left hand as it went up and over. Ouch. Made it to work, then started pricing the replacement parts. More ouch. I ended up riding back and picking up all of the hardware pieces I could find along the road.