Oh, Deer

I ran over a deer today.

On my bike.

Yes, I really did. Fortunately, he was already dead, and I didn't run over the entire carcass, just his legs.

I was doing a pre-dawn ride; I'd left Starbucks and was headed out Rte 28, which I know like the back of my hand: every crack, every hole, every manhole cover.

But unfortunately, if a deer dies by the side of the road, I won't know he's there until I come pretty close. To be honest, I should have seen him before I did; I was riding with my head down a bit, trying to shut out the headlights of oncoming traffic from the other lane. So I was biking along, and suddenly this carcass looms at me, from out of the blackness. Yikes! I don't have room to stop; I can only go to the left or right. I go left, and run over the legs. It actually was easy . . . it was just like going over a speed bump.

And then . . . there was ANOTHER ONE! About 20 feet past the first one. But I saw it in time, and missed it completely.

Somebody's watching out for me.

I'm going to get an even more powerful headlight, I think.