We did about 130 miles today, me on my 72 BMW and Nancy on her Spyder (my RTS is still in the shop). On the way home, a big buck jumped out of the woods near the road, maybe ten feet ahead of me. I was sure I would take him out (or vice versa), but he swerved, and I swerved, and I watched him go by my right leg, close enough to touch. I'm not sure how it missed my rear wheel or fender, but it hit the truck in the opposite lane.
Nancy braked hard when she saw it try to take me out. She said something about muttering "Oh, s**t!" Then the deer bounced off the pickup and landed back in her lane, directly in front of her. Another "Oh, s**t!" and a quick avoidance maneuver, and we continued on our way.
As for me, I was just plain lucky. A second or two difference, or a deer that went straight instead of taking a hard left, and I would have been history. As for Nancy, the Spyder's excellent brakes and great maneuverability were her salvation, along with a cool head, and periodic parking lot practice of those avoidance maneuvers and panic stops.
It's a good day to be alive! Great to be in the living room instead of the hospital, too. If things like this don't make you practice your riding skills and wear proper riding gear, nothing will. Glad we had our gear on...this one was too close!