They say there are two types of riders: Those who have crashed, and those that will. Tonight I joined the former.
I'm alright (little bruised), and the bike suffered (as far as I can tell) only cosmetic damage.
It was a newb mistake... I saw a deer, grabbed at the front brake, and went arse over tea kettle, all in roughly the time it takes to read this sentence.
I didn't hit the deer (or anything else for that matter), and the road was completely devoid of traffic (thank god), so that's good. Also, my gear did it's job admirably, saving me from almost all road rash (the little scrape I have didn't even bleed).
My bike (a 93 zx-6e) is going to need a paint job, and maybe a new clutch cover, but it still seems to be in good working order.
So not that bad after all, but I still would have liked to avoid the not so loving embrace of the asphalt for at least a few more months (or years).
First thing I'm doing when the bike is checked out, is going to a parking lot to re-practice threshhold braking, I obviously need it.