There I was, rolling down the road at about 55 mph, minding my own business, fat & happy, when I suddenly came up on four whitetail does that were moving onto the road from the left, rapidly.
The leading doe ran across the road and made the opposite side as I was starting to seriously brake and swerve a bit to the left...right about the time that doe #2 shot out onto the road at full speed right in front of me.
It's often the second one, blindingly following the first that 'gets' you.
My fleeting visual image of her was that she was low, in full flight, and stretched out like a Greyhound, shooting across my path....but not quite making it before I felt a 'thump' as one of her back legs, probably just a hoof, was hit by my front tire.
I passed by her in a microsecond, and instinctively glanced in my right mirror just in time to see her, as my dad used to say "Ass Over Teakettle" in the long grass beside the road, on her back tumbling with all four legs in the air.
I stopped and turned back to see what happened to her, but within seconds, she, and the others were out of sight and gone.
I stopped the Vespa alongside the road to look it over, expecting SOMEthing to be messed up, probably at least that plastic fender, but there was nary a scratch anywhere, so I mounted up and continued on to Deadwood.
If the deer's back foot simply struck the tire and bounced off of it, tripped her up, and wasn't broken, she's probably ok, after all, she was able to get up and tear off so fast that she was nowhere in sight within seconds.
I imagine that mere hundredths of a second either way and the encounter would have either been a clean miss, or a catastrophic 'T-bone' collision for both of us.
But, until next time, no harm done
Carry on.