Well.... It wasn't me, but it was my C5...
My housekeeper, Erin, had taken Fiona into the dealership in Hastings for Her 500km First Oil Change and Check-Up, you may recall. Well, Erin brought Fiona home yesterday afternoon, but because she had forgotten my bike shed key at her house, she wound up taking Fiona to her house that afternoon, intending to take Fiona home to my house this morning. That was the plan, anyway...
This morning, Erin was riding Fiona from her place between Haslett and Williamston to my house between Dewitt and Lansing, some 15 miles or so, through some wooded, rural roadways. At one point, Erin spotted our evil nemesis in the roadway ahead: A whitetail deer. Erin slowed down to a stop and waited for the deer to get the hell out of the way, but the deer "seemed confused..."
Then a car crested the hill just behind the deer, spooking it. It proceeded to spring away to "Safety," as only a startled whitetail deer can spring (can I get an "amen," Midwesterners?), but sadly, it sprung straight into Erin and Fiona, knocking them both over onto the right side, smashing the bike into the cement curb...
On waking up, out here in San Francisco, I found an email from Erin, asking when I would not be working in the theatre today and telling me she needed to speak to me "about something".... I'm glad she's okay, but I'm pretty beat up over Fiona's scarring. Here's hoping the insurance adjuster does the Right Thing. Hell, it's still a practically-brand-new bike; he better not try low-balling me on parts.