The biggest complaint I hear is sharing the road with other drivers. Well I solved that problem by living in the county. And there are really no other drivers to speak of. But the one thing that scares me are deer and bear. I hit a deer once at 55MPH on a logging road on a Yamaha 125cc when I was 18 years old. Hit the buck's back broadside flying through the air after flying over a hill. I could see it coming and nothing that I could do about it. Front tire hit his back and the bike did a 360 degree flip in the air. It didn't come back down on the tires, but on it's side and not on the road, but slid into a brush pile.
Worse this is my dad's deer farm and I hit my dad's prized breeding buck. And this is rut season. And maybe you don't know, but this time of the year, semi tame bucks loves a challenge. And they didn't care if you are human or a buck, as long as you're male you are seen as a threat to them. How they knew the difference between male and female humans I'll never know. This was the early 70's (the hippy days) and I've been fooled a time or two between male and female back then. But bucks were really sweet with you if you were a female.
My first thought was I hope the buck is ok and please don't die on me. But second thought was this is my dad's Yamaha and I hope its ok or my dad is going to kill me (the motor wasn't running after the impact). And my third thought (silly me) was I hope I am alright.
So I turned my head to look at the buck. Unbelievable! He's still standing at the exact same spot while hundreds of pounds hitting him broadside at 55MPH didn't make him move an inch. This beast is like hitting a brick wall. I would have bet money that would have at least knocked him over! And he was just staring at me. And I had no idea what that means. I figured it was either he now really respects me and I'm not to be messed with. Or it is now a fight to the death. And I was hoping it wasn't the latter. Because I had nothing to protect myself with. And he is faster and at least 5 times stronger than me. And he is armed with his hooves and huge rack. I won't bet that I would last 5 seconds in a ring with him.
Well he isn't stomping his foot, then lowering his head and charging. So I have a few seconds to think. Can't just walk a 1/4 mile home. He'll probably kill me. And I had no idea how badly I was hurt yet either. Maybe I couldn't even make it by walking. So I figured my only hope is by using the Yamaha. So I pulled it out and the handle bars were bent, a busted turn signal, but I think I can make it back if it runs.
So I hit the starter and it just cranked and never fired. Damn. This bike has a weak battery anyway and if the battery is too low, you can kick start it all day and it will never start. It needs a charged battery. So time to start kick starting and save that weak battery power. Kicked it like 6 times and nothing. Damn! I kept looking back at the buck and he was still staring. He is probably planning on something and it is probably not good.
So I looked to see if everything was set right to run. And I'll be darn. The kill switch got flipped in the crash. I thought it couldn't really be that simple! Flipped it back and gave it one more kick and she's running. Time to kick up some dirt and get out of here.
Got back home and figured I have to face my dad and tell him the truth. Since I survived the buck not killing me, I now have to survive my dad not killing me. So I walked into the house and my dad and little sister was home. I started apologizing for hitting his prized buck and screwing up his motorcycle. Then my dad interrupted me and asked how badly was I hurt?
I was in shock! I did something really stupid and all he cares about is how badly I was hurt! I wasn't planning on that question being asked. And I said I dunno. I guess a little bruised up a little and my left calf kind of hurts a little. So I raised my pants leg up where they could see, but I still couldn't. And my little sister lets out this earth shattering scream and takes off screaming and running throughout the house. My dad grabs a fresh towel and wraps around my leg and told me to get into the car.
After we got into the car I asked what's wrong with everyone? I asked what did you two see? I said it can't be more than a little scratch. He said it is much worse than that. It is cut clear to the bone and my muscles are hanging out. (Gulp)!
Well the hospital patched me up and the doctor told me how lucky I was. As he said it almost cut through a main artery and if that opened, I would have died right then and there.
When I got back home I couldn't even walk on that leg for weeks afterward. The bike only needed a few bucks to repair. And that buck, king of all of the land, never bothered me ever again.