I hit a deer on a bike 32 years ago. Tweren't for skill, but only by virtue of a power greater than I that I didn't go down. Almost crapped my britches though. Traded the banged up bike for a used '68 FI Chevelle. (Black with white stripes - me likey-ed) Didn't have much better luck, and hit an invisible deer with that one. The Chevelle frame now supports and trailers my portable Wisconsin twin powered bucksaw / wood splitter. (and no, you can't borrow it.
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Guess it's a life long curse.
Used to look pretty much like this '70 
