You're not going to believe this but anyway here goes...
Way back in 1979 when I still was riding my 1967 Triumph Bonneville up in Uncasville, CT one night...
I was hummin around 80 or so down route 32 towards New London when I saw the Buck at the last second and thought ohhhh SH*T!!!! This is the end of me!!! All of a sudden I'm still on my motorcycle with blood all over me and yet - I'M STILL RIDING!!! The next oh - second and half, I decided it was time to pull over and find out if this was just some crazy sort of flashback going on inside my head if you get my meaning!!!
Much to my surprise, I had blood all over myself, the bike had blood & some pieces of deer stuck in between spots all over the "Bonny" and it smelled real rank!!! So I hopped back on me "Bonny" and continued to ride down towards New London where I stopped at this "Watering Hole" where a bunch of my friends were hanging out on a saturday night, and I showed them what happened, and all of them told me that I just experienced a miracle!!! I said: "Do ya think???" meaning "Duhhh???" That was the first miracle on that motorcycle although not the last but hey, that's another story!!! To this day I still have a hard time understanding why I did'nt get hurt at all, and how the "Bonny" did'nt even as so much have a dent or a scratch which is even harder to believe!!! I must've hit that buck just right!!!
Sorry to hear about your Duramax there Sourdough!
Respectfully,
Henry