redmid17: You only swerve to avoid something if the damage is going to be greater by hitting it. That line starts somewhere around an adult deer where I grew up.
kd8our: redmid17: You only swerve to avoid something if the damage is going to be greater by hitting it. That line starts somewhere around an adult deer where I grew up.Hell I got slammed by a 1st year buck, OK he might have been 2nd year, but small deer still do damage. large dog is the limit here. My grandfather nearly died avoiding a small dog many years ago. That accident farked with his memory. When he was pulled out and brought to the hospital he thought he had been captured, WW II was still ongoing and would only speak Japanese. He would only give his name and other basic info in Japanese and thought he was in the Philippines at a captured US hospital. It didn't help that his Doctor was Japanese, this was in the mid 80's.In nut shell it was a text book example of how NOT to deal with somebody who's brain just took a healthy knock and memory has been farked up. It took about 6 weeks for him to regain a good enough chunk of memory to grasp reality and it took another few years to gain most of his memory back. It had effects on his personality for years. In some ways as if he lived 2 lives, in a bizarre way he did.All from trying to avoid a small dog, not worth it.
oukewldave: That guy should not be in a position to be in charge of people's safety. Squirrel in road should equal dead squirrel.
dickfreckle: I was on my motorcycle one night when a freakin' possum ran in the road and just stopped on a dime, staring at me. In the span of less than a second I decided that it was him or me, and I wasn't careening a motorcycle at 60 mph that night. So I gunned the throttle (this shifts weight to the rear of the bike, lessening frontal impact) and just nailed the poor guy. Look, I felt badly about it but the only other option was making a radical maneuver in less than ideal road conditions. Possums are really cool and resourceful little animals, not to mention the only marsupial indigenous to North America, but I'm not giving my life or huge chunks of my skin for one.I pulled over, mainly because I was having a mild heart attack, and that's when I noticed that the poor bastard was still squirming and writhing in what I imagine was indescribable pain. I mulled over it for a few seconds and decided to restart the bike and hit him again - this time aiming for the head and neck. Well, it worked. Also gave me nightmares for weeks. I'll probably have one tonight just for having made this post.The next day when I went to hose off what I figured would be a little bit of road pizza from the wheels. Man, you don't want to know what I found, especially after it baked in the July morning sun for hours.Happy Labor Day!
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