Over the last few weeks I have been going out with a neighbor who just bought a new BV250 so I could share my vast reserves of two-wheeled knowledge.
Deftly I hand signaled to advise of the road kill obstacle up ahead and moved into my own right side maneuver when the damn thing jumped up to its full height of a giant, living breathing groundhog and cut right in front of my front wheel.
Thank God, for my hours of practicing target fixation or I would be reporting a different post. Holy road kill! Unless it's flat, don't thinks it's a splatt!