I had just completed the 41st mile of a 43 mile effort and was feeling a little dehydrated and hungry, but pretty good overall. I had reached that pleasant stage where the cycling takes over and the mind has time to wander. At that particular point I was considering the evolutionary process and wondering why some species hadn’t developed some appendages like wheels.
You can imagine my shock when suddenly two adult white-tailed bucks with fuzzy antlers came crashing through the bushes and clattered into the road thirty feet in front of me. They stopped and looked at me. I did the same. For a moment the deer closest to me looked as if he was embarrassed/threatened/angry all at once and I tried to remember if I had ever heard a story about a deer charging a bike rider before.
Then, they took off across the road a ran down the driveway of nearby house. They still seemed very confused. One of them awkwardly avoided running into a parked car as it ran down the driveway towards the wooded backyard. And then, they were gone. I hadn’t even gotten my feet out of the toe clips. Two or three seconds max.
I looked around to see if maybe there was another witness to corroborate my story, but there wasn’t. I pedaled home those last two miles feeling like I had witnessed something wonderful.