You riders will appreciate this story...
Summer of 88, and I have a brand new 900 Ninja. It's 8 days old and has 800 miles on the odometer, and I'm still breaking in the motor. So I'm on a back country, 2-lane highway, with nice winding curves, running between 4 & 6K on the tach to continue breaking in the engine, which is between 80 and 100 mph, as I recall. So I'm rolling it back down to 4000 rpm's, watching the tach, and as I look up, I hit something.
I saw the briefest brown blur, so at first I thought I hit a dog, but then thought, because it was nearing dusk, shit! I just hit a fucking DEER!
My face shield is busted, but I'm still riding, and other than this green and red on my jacket, I figure I'm ok. So I pull over, only to find I had cut the deer IN HALF, and his rear half had hooked onto the front brake manifold, and I was dragging it with me until I stopped on the shoulder. A young couple in a muscle car that I had passed pulls up, and helps me pull this freaking deer off my bike.
Rode on to my destination, and had a helluva story at the party I was going to that night! Turns out the insurance company wouldn't total the bike, even though the forks were bent and the body work was trashed, so I ended up taking the money and fixing it myself, since they wouldn't pay for new forks! The shop said they could straighten them; I wanted new ones.
So I get all new parts and get the bike back on the road and all is fine, except for a tiny chip I had broken off my right thumb knuckle.
I've hit 4 deer in all- 1 on that bike, and 3 in 2 different trucks I've owned. They are one stupid animal!!