re: #407 Blind Frog Belly White

Three times while driving I saw a deer run into the path of a car. MY car. In my family, they call me Deerslayer.

My sister with no sense of direction, we call Pathfinder.

back in ‘92 or 93 i was riding across the mountains from carlsbad, NM to alamagordo. for no particular reason, i just had to get there that day. as i remember it, over 8000 feet, dark, and curvy. 1 lane each way, and lots of deer xing signs.

its dark and cold, you want to get there, so…speed limit (likely 55 or so)
but any deer meets a bike and i lose and likely dead.

so i plod along at 30 or so and every time i get passed, try to draft the car in front of me as long as i could.

i could have (should have) stopped in any town earlier and just left in the light (and warm) of the AM. while i was young(er) stupid and invincible it was true peril and i knew it. one of the four or five dumbest things i ever did on a bike. (yes i have a list)