Yep. That's right, I'm elite. I'm now just 1 in 390 of New Hampshire motorcyclists, based on this prior post.
I went out this afternoon on a last minute scouting mission for the upcoming Covered Bridges of NH ride this weekend (or next depending on the weather). There were a couple of sections of the route that I had never ridden and wanted to be sure that they were not just GPS fiction.
The afternoon was absolutely gorgeous. I was wearing my mesh tex gear in complete comfort. Not too hot, not too cold. Traffic was remarkably light everywhere as it was a non-holiday Monday and I had taken the day off. The route scouting was working out pretty well. I found a place I would have made a wrong turn and another where the road requires us to slow down the pace. Good stuff to know in advance.
On my way home from the end of the route and scooting along a little back road on the Dunbarton / Goffstown line (Black Brook Road, for you locals) and some little freeking bambi decides to jump out and destroy all the tupperware on the nose of my poor ole' bass boat blue Feejer!! It was only a lil' one. Maybe a 2-year old doe. I had slowed to 40mph just before smacking the POS according to my gps and this peckerhead jumped right out of the woods, perpendicularly across the road, from about 30-40 foot ahead and directly to my left. It must have been through the commando deer assault training series because it could not have timed the ambush better.
I did get on the brakes just a fraction of a second before contact, but kept the bike up straight. Other than a string of foul language and a yard sale of plastic bits and pieces strewn across the country road, there was no way of knowing what had just happened. After parking the bike and decompressing for a few seconds I walked back a bit and found the evil ruminant writhing in agony down off the side of the road. Good. FYYFF!!!
First car that came by I had to stop so I could pick up all the shattered plastic. He rolled up and asked if I was OK. "Do you need anything?"
"Do you have a gun?" I asked.
A glazed look comes across his face as he weighs his options to escape from the lunatic biker.
"Because I just nailed a f***ing deer and it's writhing around over off the side of the road."
The understanding and relief that came across his face was palpable.
I was duly impressed that in the 10 minutes I had the bike parked on the road side and was wandering around picking up pieces of plastic that might be important all 6 cars that passed me stopped and asked me if I was OK and if I needed any help.
The carnage was minimal. The front fender was exploded into multiple pieces. I managed to find my Fenda extenda intact, and completely free of the front fender. The nose faring is trash. The headlight is cracked and the bottom is blown out. But most of the rest of the bike looks OK. Don't think the subframe is bent, bt wont know until the full collision estimate is done.
I think I really got off pretty light this time, all things considered. I do have full coverage collision insurance, albeit with a $500 deductible. I'm hoping I can get a big enough estimate to cover the full repair if I do the labor my self.
Guess I'll have to lead the Covered bridges ride this weekend on my Trophy... What a sight that will be. 20-30 FJR';s following behind a Triumph Trophy.
I'm thinking that picture would warm our favorite "Trophy Girl" Tyler's heart strings when she reads about it. Picture proof to come...
[edit] Oh, one more thing. This happened at between 4:41:35 and 4:41:47 according to my Garmin. So it wasn't even dusk yet. Be careful out there guys. There just are not enough hunters to keep the rat population in check.
I've always been a fisherman, but never taken up hunting. Think I might look into it now. Suddenly the attraction is obvious.
I went out this afternoon on a last minute scouting mission for the upcoming Covered Bridges of NH ride this weekend (or next depending on the weather). There were a couple of sections of the route that I had never ridden and wanted to be sure that they were not just GPS fiction.
The afternoon was absolutely gorgeous. I was wearing my mesh tex gear in complete comfort. Not too hot, not too cold. Traffic was remarkably light everywhere as it was a non-holiday Monday and I had taken the day off. The route scouting was working out pretty well. I found a place I would have made a wrong turn and another where the road requires us to slow down the pace. Good stuff to know in advance.
On my way home from the end of the route and scooting along a little back road on the Dunbarton / Goffstown line (Black Brook Road, for you locals) and some little freeking bambi decides to jump out and destroy all the tupperware on the nose of my poor ole' bass boat blue Feejer!! It was only a lil' one. Maybe a 2-year old doe. I had slowed to 40mph just before smacking the POS according to my gps and this peckerhead jumped right out of the woods, perpendicularly across the road, from about 30-40 foot ahead and directly to my left. It must have been through the commando deer assault training series because it could not have timed the ambush better.
I did get on the brakes just a fraction of a second before contact, but kept the bike up straight. Other than a string of foul language and a yard sale of plastic bits and pieces strewn across the country road, there was no way of knowing what had just happened. After parking the bike and decompressing for a few seconds I walked back a bit and found the evil ruminant writhing in agony down off the side of the road. Good. FYYFF!!!
First car that came by I had to stop so I could pick up all the shattered plastic. He rolled up and asked if I was OK. "Do you need anything?"
"Do you have a gun?" I asked.
A glazed look comes across his face as he weighs his options to escape from the lunatic biker.
"Because I just nailed a f***ing deer and it's writhing around over off the side of the road."
The understanding and relief that came across his face was palpable.
I was duly impressed that in the 10 minutes I had the bike parked on the road side and was wandering around picking up pieces of plastic that might be important all 6 cars that passed me stopped and asked me if I was OK and if I needed any help.
The carnage was minimal. The front fender was exploded into multiple pieces. I managed to find my Fenda extenda intact, and completely free of the front fender. The nose faring is trash. The headlight is cracked and the bottom is blown out. But most of the rest of the bike looks OK. Don't think the subframe is bent, bt wont know until the full collision estimate is done.
I think I really got off pretty light this time, all things considered. I do have full coverage collision insurance, albeit with a $500 deductible. I'm hoping I can get a big enough estimate to cover the full repair if I do the labor my self.
Guess I'll have to lead the Covered bridges ride this weekend on my Trophy... What a sight that will be. 20-30 FJR';s following behind a Triumph Trophy.
I'm thinking that picture would warm our favorite "Trophy Girl" Tyler's heart strings when she reads about it. Picture proof to come...
[edit] Oh, one more thing. This happened at between 4:41:35 and 4:41:47 according to my Garmin. So it wasn't even dusk yet. Be careful out there guys. There just are not enough hunters to keep the rat population in check.
I've always been a fisherman, but never taken up hunting. Think I might look into it now. Suddenly the attraction is obvious.
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