I drive through an area I think is the deer capitol of the northeast every day. Only hit one over the last 30 years. I used to autocross and at a sane speed I can avoid most anything... assuming nobody is on my bumper. Nothing pisses me off more than tailgaters when going through high deer areas. I have to slow down when they hug the bumper, which only pisses them off more and causes them to follow closer. It's the only time I get serious road rage. My wife likes noisy cars and thinks she has less trouble with deer because of it. Maybe we need those muffler bypass valves like they could put on cars in the '50s! Ha, just looked- you can still buy 'em.
LOL! In my youth.. many of us had those.. but ..I was privileged to know this REALLY, REALLY OLD guy.. who shared one of his fondest youthful memories.
Seems as a teenager, sometime around World War One, he was the US Post Office contract designated driver.. of a chain-drive, solid rubber tire "Reo" mail truck.
His most beloved job was to make the "high priority" run from Post Office to the rail station, carrying the most critical of mail to insure it got aboard a premium passenger service, no-prisoners-taken, tall-drivers, and Devil himself stoking coal, FAST steam rail. "Airmail" still in the future. And not even as fast, just yet, let alone as reliable!
And FEDERAL SOP - local cops basically "mess ye NOT with the FEDS!" handcuffed - mandated he clear his highest-priority way through horse and early motorcar traffic .. with the aid of a monster brass "
exhaust whistle" chained wide-open to the beat of his thumping Reo's slow-turning engine!
Said he felt like some sort of a GOD - as if running a steam locomotive right down the centerline of Pittsburgh's high street Belgian-block cobbles, the way the horses and motorcars alike
scrambled to make-way for his ponderous, heavy machine-gun cycling-rate
hooting, progress ... at about the speed of a fast man, walking!
Some experiences are so rewarding they are best enjoyed if made to LAST a spell. Wimmin' involved or not? I mean.. priority or never, have to drive carefully. Can't risk skidding on horse turd and piss, missing the train, can one?
You'd have to know solid-rubber tires ... old Pittsburgh's cobblestones. Horse-turd optional?