HEY, I FOUND A DIRTY WORD THAT GETS THROUGH THE FILTER!!!!   WOO HOO!!!  DO I GET A PRIZE?

PerrydaSavage wrote on 12/31/69 at 16:00:08:


Hey!
That deal with the deer scared the p-diddle out of me! I was glad it didn't happen the night I got the bike and was out trying to get my cycle legs back. I'd probably be in traction now.
See, the day I got up there, we went straight to the shop and I rode the bike, following her, out in the country about 14 miles. I got sort of scared, or rather sort of wary feeling, every time I'd go up around 50mph. It just felt awkward. So it just wouldn't have done for me to have hit that deer then! Oh, I shudder to think.
I hit the deer the very night I had got the 500 mile oil change/check-up.
But by then I was back at it, as far as the motorcycling goes. And I had done been on a day trip down to Charleston, going over those gigantic bridges and all. Man! They really looked big from the perspective of that bike!
Anyway, that night was beautiful, and had a full moon. I couldn't resist going out for a spin. Way out in the country where she lives. A road called Cane Gully road. Lonesome two lane black top.
I was tooling along about 50mph, and that deer ran across the road about forty yards ahead. I grabbed the brakes, and was slowing down to about 45 when he ran back acroos the road and charged my left shin, and actually hit me! ( It's a good thing I had bought my trusty Wal-Mart high top, padded tongue boots!)
It knocked the deer cold, and caused me quite a swerve, but never a moment of doubt that I wasn't in control of the bike. That bike just goes where you want it to, apparently.
So I get stopped, and circle back and see that my first ever deer is laying there gasping for breath. I grabbed it by its hooves, and drug it off the road. About then it came back to conscietiousness, and jumped and ran. I went the other way about as fast.
I hear my wife, so I have got to go NOW!
I'll see You All Later,
John

dog2 wrote on 12/31/69 at 16:00:08:


You're welcome!  I am always happy to help.  You are right that this is beautiful thumping country.  Hills, twisties, woods, lots of open space.  There is another topic about best rides.  I didn't post there but I feel like everytime I go for a ride I am lucky.  I used to live in Michigan which was nice but not as good motorcycle country.