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[mhajicek]

Hit the gas...not the brake, and carry a skinning knife with you....

Couple years ago I did a little informal study on motorcycle/deer collisions using YouTube as reference material. What I found was if the bike was 600CC or smaller, or if the rider tried to avoid the deer, the rider was toast. If the bike was bigger than 600CC AND the rider rode straight at the deer, the deer would split, and the rider could stop in a controlled manner.

Front end of the bike was still toast, but no hospital bills.

Should mount a splitter bar for additional safety.

 

[TeachMePlease]

Couple years ago I did a little informal study on motorcycle/deer collisions using YouTube as reference material. What I found was if the bike was 600CC or smaller, or if the rider tried to avoid the deer, the rider was toast. If the bike was bigger than 600CC AND the rider rode straight at the deer, the deer would split, and the rider could stop in a controlled manner.

Front end of the bike was still toast, but no hospital bills.

Should mount a splitter bar for additional safety.

I have a riding friend in GA who split a deer with his Gold Wing. He was not happy about it, but he stayed upright and out of the hospital.

 

[CarbideBob]

Couple years ago I did a little informal study on motorcycle/deer collisions using YouTube as reference material. What I found was if the bike was 600CC or smaller, or if the rider tried to avoid the deer, the rider was toast. If the bike was bigger than 600CC AND the rider rode straight at the deer, the deer would split, and the rider could stop in a controlled manner.

This so silly, how many deer have you hit on 125, 250, 350 dirt bikes?
Bob

 

[thermite]

Couple years ago I did a little informal study on motorcycle/deer collisions using YouTube as reference material. What I found was if the bike was 600CC or smaller, or if the rider tried to avoid the deer, the rider was toast. If the bike was bigger than 600CC AND the rider rode straight at the deer, the deer would split, and the rider could stop in a controlled manner.

Front end of the bike was still toast, but no hospital bills.

Should mount a splitter bar for additional safety.

Or just carry a Lance, French Chevau-Légers Lanciers style?

There are saner and cheaper ways to eat Venison than splitting them with bikes... really. There are.

Dad ran a test with my .300 Savage vs his 7 mm Remington Magnum. All neck shots, a dozen or so each.

All the deer just dropped in their own shadow, dead before they started to fall.
But the .300 Savage didn't send the bone shards as far afield - into the useful "stew meat" of the neck.

We weren't so RICH as to even THINK of trying a motorcycle to keep the double-door commercial freezer stocked with Venison vs the low cost of one round, one deer handloads?

Not sure you could get a motorcycle up the stairs, nor if anyone short of Evel Knievel could fire it out the second floor bathroom window with enough velocity and up-angle to reach the edge of the cornfield with the speed and accuracy to drop the deer whilst said deer is totally unaware there is even any danger?

Deer hears yah coming, gets SCARED, the adrenaline flavour ruins the taste of the Venison.

 

[mhajicek]

This so silly, how many deer have you hit on 125, 250, 350 dirt bikes?
Bob

Rode a '75 Yamaha DT 125 for a while. Never hit a deer though. If I did, I'd be the one bouncing off; I didn't weigh too much then.

 

[thermite]

Rode a '75 Yamaha DT 125 for a while. Never hit a deer though. If I did, I'd be the one bouncing off; I didn't weigh too much then.

LOL! Bridestone 90 "street" bike, borrowed from a bud. Loved the ease of it. ISTR it was only ten pounds heavier than either John or myself, lean, mean, and always hungry WVU Collitch kids as we were at the time!

Dunno where he got it, brand-new, because - per Wiki - it was the year before they started even importing them!

That was my entry // conversion off muscle-powered "push bikes".

"Exit", in my latter and fatter years, was a trip up a dry-season logging road on another mate's "Yammer-Hammer" dirt bike. That go literally blurred my vision it was so fast over the tops of hardened dozer-tread tracks baked into the dirt!

Figured I'd quit while ahead and stayed with four wheels - or a lot more - thereafter.

Or now and then only three.

But that was a cheat. Also had wings. To save wear on the tires, of course!

Strange fellows, those who throw large sums of money into small holes in the air -just because we could!

About the only GOOD news was that no aircraft I had truck with ever got pregnant, nor gave me an STD.

I wasn't even flying the night someone "split a deer" on the runway with the PA28, either. I did fly it damaged for a while afterwards whilst a new tank & wing skin were being sorted. Trimmed a tad odd, but it had been surveyed and was still safe enough. Just no longer on the official rental roster.

You'd have to know PA-28's?

 

[alphonso]

LOL! Ex called me about two months after the divorce. Would I take stepson's '79 Dodge 1500 p/u off her hands?

"Why?"

"We have to cut back." "The insurance bill just came in @ <some high number..>

I started to laugh...

It had been five people, five vehicles, three of the drivers in their teens, and all four of THEM with bad records if not also on restrictions? I was the only "preferred risk" with a spotless record.

"And you thought I ever had even a dime left to spend on some other woman?"

"I do NOW!"

CURTAIN RODS ---

On the first day, he sadly packed his belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.
On the second day, he had the movers come and collect his things.
On the third day, he sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining-room table, by candle-light; he put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of spring-water.
When he'd finished, he went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimps dipped in caviar into the hollow center of the curtain rods.
He then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
On the fourth day, the wife came back with her new boyfriend, and at first all was bliss.
Then, slowly, the house began to smell.
They tried everything; cleaning, mopping, and airing-out the place.
Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned.
Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which time the two had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing worked! People stopped coming over to visit.
Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit.
Finally, they couldn't take the stench any longer, and decided they had to move, but a month later - even though they'd cut their price in half - they couldn't find a buyer for such a stinky house.
Word got out, and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls.
Finally, unable to wait any longer for a purchaser, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.

Then the ex called the woman and asked how things were going. She told him the saga of the rotting house. He listened politely and said he missed his old home terribly and would be willing to reduce his divorce settlement in exchange for having the house.
Knowing he could have no idea how bad the smell really was, she agreed on a price only 1/10 nth of what the house had been worth ... but only if he would sign the papers that very day.
He agreed, and within two hours her lawyers delivered the completed paperwork.
A week later the woman and her boyfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home ......


and to spite the ex-husband, they even took the curtain rods!

 

[kustomizer]

I have a riding friend in GA who split a deer with his Gold Wing. He was not happy about it, but he stayed upright and out of the hospital.

I have a friend that hit a deer at about 60mph on a full dress Harley, broke his left leg in several places but he never even slowed down. He rode to the hospital ambulance entrance about 10 miles and stopped, honking the horn until help came. He put his ugly crash bars back on.

 

[TeachMePlease]

I have a friend that hit a deer at about 60mph on a full dress Harley, broke his left leg in several places but he never even slowed down. He rode to the hospital ambulance entrance about 10 miles and stopped, honking the horn until help came. He put his ugly crash bars back on.

My kinda dude.

I can't even imagine. I hit what I think was a frog at about 65mph with my shin. Wasn't enough of him left to tell for sure, but it sure messed my pants up. Somehow the seat of them got dirty, too.

 

[Mud]

Couple years ago I did a little informal study on motorcycle/deer collisions using YouTube as reference material. What I found was if the bike was 600CC or smaller, or if the rider tried to avoid the deer, the rider was toast. If the bike was bigger than 600CC AND the rider rode straight at the deer, the deer would split, and the rider could stop in a controlled manner.

Front end of the bike was still toast, but no hospital bills.

Should mount a splitter bar for additional safety.

I think the 600cc determination is marginal. One of my men hit a deer on a 750 Kawi. speed unknown but not high. Hit dead center, the deer jumped and landed right in front of him he had no chance to swerve or brake. Rider cleared the deer's back and slid way down the road to a stop. Deer remained in one piece. A friend collected the deer hoping to butcher it, said it was all bloodshot and unusable. Recommended he use a smaller caliber cycle next time. Rider suffered scrapes and an overextended right foot, crutches and limped for a while

 

[gregormarwick]

I have a friend that hit a deer at about 60mph on a full dress Harley, broke his left leg in several places but he never even slowed down. He rode to the hospital ambulance entrance about 10 miles and stopped, honking the horn until help came. He put his ugly crash bars back on.

My kinda dude.

I can't even imagine. I hit what I think was a frog at about 65mph with my shin. Wasn't enough of him left to tell for sure, but it sure messed my pants up. Somehow the seat of them got dirty, too.

Friend of mine bought a new R1 about 6 years ago, hit a deer the next day. Luckily another driver came across the scene and called the paramedics. He was in hospital for months, was cared for by his parents for a over a year after that before he was anything close to recovered.

I saw pictures of the bike from the accident report, it was unrecognisable.

Fair to say he would have been going a fair lick over 60. He has no memory of the accident or anything leading up to it, so nobody knows how fast he was actually going.

 

[CarbideBob]

Lay down, on the side and sliding. The deer goes over you. No problem but you do scratch up the bike and yourself a bit.
Here is where street riders and dirt riders do it different.
I have hit so many.
This is a panic moment and not much time for thinking.
Do 100% admit that I'm quicker to lay down the DR than my Ninja but done both with deer.
I am not gonna take a full on hit.
Often on a street bike you have a passenger to worry about.

Does Frank Mari ride?
Bob

 

[Garwood]

I've hit a lot of deer in pickups. Only big critter I ever hit on a bike was a baby brown bear riding an XR600. Just barely clipped it, no big deal.

The worst deer experience I ever had was when I was using one of those sketchy old towbars that clamp and chain to a front bumper to tow a heavy old ton and half flatbed Chevy with a lifted Ford Highboy. I was going real easy through this windy mountain road and as I come around this tight corner a doe and 5+ little ones are all across the road. My horn didn't work so I crank the window down and I'm screaming at the deer to move, but they just looked at me. Push the brakes hard and the truck behind would slide the back of my Ford around. So at about a 10 MPH speed I crunched and bumped over an entire family of baby deers. Not just with one truck, but two.

 

[Strostkovy]

I hit a bear in the face with my truck.

I got over as far as I could, and hit the brakes as hard as I could, but the thing stuck his head into my lane just enough to get thwacked by my bumper.

 

[Mud]

I've only hit 2 deer with vehicles, a Jag XJS and an Explorer. Both fucked up the vehicles and the deer ran away. Only thing I've ever hit head on with a motorcycle was a Honda Odyssey. They don't give no matter how you hit them.

 

[thermite]

and to spite the ex-husband, they even took the curtain rods!

Sometimes... time .. really does ..wound all heels...

And here I thot injecting a syringe of Novocaine into ... the K-Y jelly .. was wicked?

Up to me?

Wudda been Capsaicin! Colourless, actually.

 

[9100]

A company I worked for had a holiday and overtime pay policy that to get it you had to clock in on or before starting time and clock out on or after quitting time. One labor day a co-worker went to a rural area and on his way back saw a deer hit by a car. The driver didn't stop and the severely injured deer hobbled into the woods. Our boy had a .22 rifle in his trunk so he put the deer out of misery and leaving the deer where it fell, drove to the next town to report it to the law. Unfortunately, a passer by reported him first and the law locked him up. In the morning the judge showed up, listened to the story, and turned him loose. He drove straight to work, clocked in a few minute late, and lost his Labor Day pay.

Bill

 

[Booze Daily]

I hit a bear in the face with my truck.

I got over as far as I could, and hit the brakes as hard as I could, but the thing stuck his head into my lane just enough to get thwacked by my bumper.

I did that with a deer last fall, only I didn't see her in time to swerve or brake so I hit her at 50mph. No damage, just a little fur stuck to the bumper and tire rim.

 

[thermite]

A company I worked for had a holiday and overtime pay policy that to get it you had to clock in on or before starting time and clock out on or after quitting time. One labor day a co-worker went to a rural area and on his way back saw a deer hit by a car. The driver didn't stop and the severely injured deer hobbled into the woods. Our boy had a .22 rifle in his trunk so he put the deer out of misery and leaving the deer where it fell, drove to the next town to report it to the law. Unfortunately, a passer by reported him first and the law locked him up. In the morning the judge showed up, listened to the story, and turned him loose. He drove straight to work, clocked in a few minute late, and lost his Labor Day pay.

Bill

Convinced a Judge he had never met, but couldn't take the Court Record to his BOSS and get a bit of mercy?

Or was man enough to chalk it up to life's bitch travesty.. and not even ask?

Had the humanity to go out of his way to end the suffering of an innocent animal, go FURTHER out of his way to put it in the record? Spend the night in jail over his mercy?

Good on 'im, either way.

And I'm betting on "didn't even ask".

Whether he were a saint.. or just SERIOUSLY pissed OFF at freakin' humans!

 

[9100]

I have repeated the story as accurately as I could, told to me in the first person by the victim. He was generally pretty honest but I think not above adjusting a tale a bit.

In any case, it hardly will affect our fates.

Bill