The other night i was bustin it for home to make it on time for a church meeting and I saw a flicker of movement and thought I hit a piece of trash. Looked in the mirror and saw what may have been a cat. I went back and Mr. groundhog was bleeding out his nose and DRT [dead, right there] I was very fortunate that he did not reach the front wheel, but hit his nose on the crash bar.
Today I was in 40 MPH crosswinds and each time a house or tree was close to the road, it made the bike skate sideways. The technique to riding the wind is to stay very loose and just lean right or left to steer the bike.. Well, Mr car behind me decided that 50 miles an hour just sucked for him and tries to pass but with wind hitting him hard the SEMI coming toward us --and was filling up the view very quickly. The trucker risked his safety and was on the gravel berm and I gave up some of my space as well, because i knew the cage would run me off the road rather than decorate the front of the truck like a bug splat. This is not the first time for making three lanes out of two on that road which is a nice wide state highway.
I took country roads the rest of the day. Rubber side down, fellas