A month ago lost headlights and grill cowling d/t a 6 pt buck, came around a bend 35 to see him board side on LH facing R, so aimed at him beepping but he just starred back at me so wiped to other side slowing to 20-ish by then, so buck could out leap car speed and got in front 15 ft but did finish leap over fence, stopped and looked at what was so bright and noisy Wham lifed his bulk off feet to toss into fence but he got up and away before I could dispatch his suffering.
Today after 5 hr ride on SV650 mostly following Wes on his '71 we split off and I hit THE Gravel timidly after a grace day in paradise, got 5 miles fine even with traffic and sun in eeyes, a mile from home on steepest down part 35-40 * see what looked like deer, Ugh, so beeped with good slowing to resolve 3 dogs German Sherpard size, OH Crap!* near far side of path coming at me Beeping, they got confused so one split across me pretty close 20 yrd, the he looked like about to leap to re join buddies so I began serious stoppage attempt on both brakes down to about 15 mph as dog darted freaking out zig zags a few yd in front of barely rasping dragging tires >> hit looser deeper Gravel center berm spill over snot so both locked SuVee even as I feathered off, but was in a bit of lean avoiding darting dog in the small ditch, SV did her corner cripple act, twisted apart then snapped down on L side which rubbed me off to stand right up no sense of impact or strain, just fallen heart watching - cowling - tank side - bar bent and bar end get Graveled, sliding down hill 7-8 yd. I was waiting to show how hillbilly I really was by video of me non nonchalantly put down my drink, exahale and spit a wad, clip another new shiny lever end off, but THE Ever Evil Gravel took it off smartly but still left lever levering. Shift lever Gravel Gobbled Gone, again.
Told wife who described gods ugh I mean dogs to me as chasing her ducks so she chased them off, likely in a depressed pissed off mood that did a bit later. SV is harder to lift than a Commando I'll tell you, so slid its rear to shallow ditch bottom to lever on and lifted by tail loop, then grabbed bars to discover didn't feel right. Dog ran up Mt side to disappear in the woods. Nah nah na nah nad missed me. Wes still thinks was perfect day but he got it as bad a me so will let ya know. I took photo's supporting my Mad Max Mania devices and mood.
Ms Peel has hard point weapon mounts for paint ball blunterbusts to put out 2 over lapping claymore explosions of stingers to get things moving so I can aim at the clusters so no matter which way they go its away from me.
