well, where to start? i know where it almost ended. about the half way point on duffy lake road on the return leg of our trip to Lillooet. everything was going well until a deer decided to get a closer look at Keith's blue ZX-12R.
riding along, enjoying the weather, the road (except the occasional gravel patch and sinkholes) doing somewhere around 90 km's, or so a deer jumps out onto the side of the road just ahead of us. about 40 feet or less i guess (i'm following 4 or 5 bike length's behind) before i can even think "oh fuck" it makes a B line for his front end.
his brake light blips for a split second, then deciding he was gettin smoked, cranks on full power and veers left (thanks for no oncoming traffic) the deer knows now it cannot make it jams it's 2 fronts into the pavement. skids blows out all 4 and does a forward one and a half, missing his back wheel by less than a foot(a conservative figure). as this unfolds in front of my eyes (2 seconds so far) i grab all brakes available. the deer, with all 4 legs kicking does a bambi on ice as it slides stage left on it's belly in front of me. another cartwheel as it passes below me on my left and into the other lane. at that point i exhale. it was still kicking as i skidded past. after that i didn't look back, but am positive there was a huge pile of deer shit in the road.
we stopped a few hundred feet later for a "holy shit, can't believe what just happened" discussion. then just kept moving.
it was soooooooooooooo painfully close to ending in a much much worse way i still can't believe i saw it happen. slow-mo. if that deer doesn't hit the brakes, buddy gets t-boned by a 200+ pound animal with me on top of them. if he doesn't pin it when he did, same thing, but maybe it takes out his front end. just unreal. and thankfully it skidded past me in the opposite direction i was aiming my 9.
and all this with no rest stop for miles to "freshen up" after the fact. i'm sure you know what i mean folks.
cagers and gravel and deer oh my.