Friday, July 23, 2010
Dammit, I Hate It When I Smack An Animal
So tonight, I hit my first deer whilst driving.
It really sucked.
What made it suck even more than I expected: it was a really big deer.
What made it really suck even more than that?
I was riding a motorcycle at the time.
An antique, mid-sized standard with narrow, 1982 tires.
Fucking deer leaped out just as I accelerated to full speed. Bounded out, ran parallel, then moved in to me.
Seemed to want to mate with Suzuki.
The bike and I both stayed upright. I spend most of my driving time scared out of my wits, and I look for deer all the time. I slowed as the beast made its way into the roadway. But i couldn't slow enough.
So I had affirmatively hit the deer in order to avoid having the deer hit me. Damned thing woulda knocked me over. So I hit it wif m' front tyre.
Fucker jumped, then made its way around me.
Not a great thing to have happen before gtting on DC's capital beltway, under construction, as the sun set on a Friday night.
I'm an idiot. . . .