Birdstrike !

Had a close call with a roo around Sherlock on the Mallee highway just after dawn. It came from the left, I accelerated and veered to the right, we brushed shoulders at 120kph.
After that I remembered the old rule of thumb; get off the road an hour before dusk and don't get back on until an hour after sunrise.
 
at a "hard bastard" rally here in the UK a good few years ago, I had reason to lend my Mercedes to JWC Longshanks, who had a failed battery on board and was out seeking a replacement, he found and bought one, no dramas, but he came back with a freshly killed deer on board, he witnessed the collision and stopped to help, scooped up the dead animal, luckily there was one single item in the back of the car (estate type) and it was a linen dust sheet, this contained any"leakage", it was garroloched and skinned on site and I got a very nice haunch as a bonus for lending him the motor.
CLEM
 
CLEMTOG said:
at a "hard bastard" rally here in the UK a good few years ago, I had reason to lend my Mercedes to JWC Longshanks, who had a failed battery on board and was out seeking a replacement, he found and bought one, no dramas, but he came back with a freshly killed deer on board, he witnessed the collision and stopped to help, scooped up the dead animal, luckily there was one single item in the back of the car (estate type) and it was a linen dust sheet, this contained any"leakage", it was garroloched and skinned on site and I got a very nice haunch as a bonus for lending him the motor.
CLEM
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Similar story with a Belgian friend, since killed on his RGS by a drunken driver.
He was coming back up from Italy on an 860 GTS Ducati. He hit a deer and went right over it with no more damage than a few broken spokes at the back. The deer was cut up, stuffed into the saddle bags of the various bikes and off we go again.
Must be something to do with Ducati. A few years back, when we organised the Amicale 750 Laverda meeting in Trier, Germany, we were following our Swiss friend Ronald on his 750 GT Ducati, Corinne and I on the SF2. A road in a forest between two banks. In a flash, a deer came from the right, landed between the Ducati and the Laverda and bounced off the road into the forest on the left.

Paul
 
CLEMTOG said:
I did hear a story (on here I think) about someone who ran into a sheep somewhere and it cut the thing into two halves, very messy, but at least it was killed ininstantly.
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Yeah, that was me...:confused:

Riding home from the ILOC Rally in Rhyader, thankfully on my Atlas on not the RGS, and enjoying a brisk ride in the Yorkshire Dales between Kirkby Lonsdale and Sedbergh.
The sheep ran out and I hit it square on and pretty much cut the thing in half. It smashed the sumpguard on the Atlas, but the long travel forks and improved ground clearance meant that I ran over it - if I'd been on the RGS, I would almost certainly have been off.
The farmer wasn't happy, but thankfully the sheep was dead and didn't suffer for long after the Atlas attack.

Previous time I hit a sheep, I was on the RGS! Enjoying an evening ride in the North Pennines, back in the day when that was my playground, it was supposedly a 'sheep free' stretch of road, but I guess one had escaped and was frightened - it ran onto the road from high up on the verge, straight into the side of my front wheel, it's head flew up, smashed the left front indicator and nutted my left knee, before scampering off down the road.
I soon replaced the broken indicator, but my knee was black and blue for ages.

Always expect the unexpected from the woolly buggers! :oops:
 
DaveB said:
1980, on my very new Suzuki GS1000S (blue/white), following Marty on his Jota and a gaggle of others, on our way from the Clubman Rally at Jingellic on the Hume Weir to the 10,000 Bikes Rally in Canberra. Remember when ‘Lights On’ laws were a reason to protest, LOL?
Just leaving Adaminaby at the foot of the Snowy Mountains. The group in front scare a crow off the roadkill in the middle of the road and it hits me fair on the right knee. By the time we get to Canberra my knee, already a problem due to serious trauma as an 18yo - rotational fracture of the R femur just above the distal femoral condole - is so swollen I can barely walk.
No sympathy from my comrades, who just want to get on the grog.

Now, for real excitement/terror, try hitting a swarm of bees at speed.
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Well I never got to the clubman rally in 1980 but was on my way when I hit a cow on the Hume highway in the middle of the night destroyed my 1977 Jota and made a mess of me
 
Had a good one a few years ago, going nicely on a GSX-R1000 as you do. Just had time to drop my head enough to avoid getting it in the face but still hit just above the visor. My brain went into reset mode and I couldn’t compute. Managed to stop the right way up and get off. Came right after half an hour or so ( others might disagree).
 
I hit a dog that ran onto the road chasing a bird. It slammed right into the side of the front wheel sending both of us down the road. Dog and me were both busted up, and a couple of weeks later I got a bill from the dog owners solicitors for the dogs shoulder reconstruction…. I responded by sending the letter and bill back along with my damages claim and “Go fuck yourselves” written in red pen on their solicitors letter.

My solicitor suggested that it wasn’t a wise move, after he stopped laughing 😂
 
Same thing happened to my brother Tim a long time ago. He hit a dog on a country road in NW Tasmania. The dog was killed, and Tim crashed the bike. He was taken to hospital in Devonport where they found that he'd broken both thumbs as he went over the handlebars. They kept him in overnight and plastered up his hands. The bike was badly damaged too. Bent forks, etc.

Tim was discharged from the hospital the following morning. I'd already recovered his bike and we had the rest of the day free, so he and I decided to go for a bushwalk up Mount Roland, a prominent mountain in the NW region of Tas. Both of his hands were plastered up because of the busted thumbs, but his legs weren't injured. It's an easy climb, basically just a long walk up a steep track. No rock climbing involved requiring the use of hands, so he figured he was fit for the climb. We got to the top of the mountain OK. But on the way down, Tim tripped on something and fell headlong down the track. Mindful of his busted hands, he didn't try to grab a tree for support or put his hands out to break his fall for fear of doing more damage to them. So he just tucked his arms in close to his chest, rolled himself into the foetal position and tumbled down the hill for about 10 metres. I reckon he somersaulted at least 6 times, luckily missing rocks that he could have cracked his head on. When he finally came to rest, he picked himself up and was relatively unscathed apart from being covered in dirt, sticks and leaves. I was unsympathetically pissing myself laughing. It was the funniest thing I'd seen in ages.

The dog was a farm working dog, and a few days after the incident, Tim got a demand from the farmer who wanted compensation for the loss of his dog. Tim sought advice from a Lawyer who said the farmer was at fault for letting his dog run about unsupervised with access to the road via an open gate, and that Tim could make a claim against the farmer for his medical expenses and bike repairs. Tim's lawyer wrote to the farmer threatening to sue him, and he withdrew his claim. The farmer was struggling financially and was upset about the loss of his dog, so Tim decided not to add to his woes with a lawsuit. They agreed to let the matter drop and each take care of their own losses.
 
Legs said:
I was at the Clubman in 1980, renamed the Pubman.
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Indeed. Didn’t know you then. Can’t recall another Laverda there. In the pub I stood on the bar and did a recitation on the word “Fuck”. I was maggotted and then went back to the campsite with a slab on the back and consumed that as well. The hangover on the way to the 10,000 bikes was punishing for all of us.
 
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