Around 1975, I was riding my '71 Norton 750, when a pair of racoons tried to cross the road in front of me. Instead of hard braking, I downshifted, and nailed the throttle(it had drum brakes, and tons of torque). I made it past the first one, and the second one ran into me, on the right side, behind my leg. He let out a squeell(sp?), tumbled, and I saw him run off in my mirror. I had braced for impact, and kept the bike upright. If I was on my TBA, the disc brakes would have stopped me. Charlie
