Deer

Raindrops. At first they are few and far in between, however they become steadily more frequent and larger in size. When you are traveling at 50mph on a motorcycle, getting hit with raindrops feels like there are dozens of very small green men pounding nails into your face. When you're traveling at 70mph, it feel like the rain is taking small chunks out of your face. But you feel none of that, because you were smart enough to wear a full-face helmet, right? Just as you are remarking on your good fortune, you see something catch the very edge of your headlight's beam. It looks a little brown, but you can't tell for sure. You can see, however, that it is moving towards the road without regard to your presence. By the time you wonder //"Is that a..."//, the deer is on you. Antlers, fur, eyes, mass, weight, wet road, 50mph, almost certain injury and possible death, standing 75 feet away. It's odd, but the only thing you can think about for a split-second is "//And I JUST filled the gas tank//". Instinct takes over. Instead of slowing down or trying to avoid the deer altogether//,// you //speed up//, as you remember the one universal rule of the highway: Some objects are more "moveable" than others. The deer nods its approval at your fortitude before moving out of your way. Indeed, it's good to be alive, no? Now, time to get yourself together and head home...you've cheated death once tonight, there's no reason to think you'll get that lucky twice.

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