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2007-09-29 Of FJR's, deer strikes, and vanishing Bambi's

Sept 29 2007 I injured the FJR and killed a Bambi.

Every day as I trailered the Harley to asphalt then rode, I would see Bambi, lying right where she took her last breath. Poor Bambi. It's OK if you shed a tear at this point. You finished crying? Good.

As the days rolled by, I could see that the coyotes had their fill, then the vultures. Soon, all that was left of Bambi was a skeleton; even the hair on the legs was gone, she had evolved to nothing but bones.

And every day I checked to see if she was there. I promised myself that when I got the FJR back, I would take a picture of her carcass and my freshly rebuilt FJR as a 'After' picture.

This is where it gets weird. After 3+ months, the very DAY I get the FJR back, camera in pack, ready for the photo op, Bambi is gone! I even walked the area to see if any remnants existed, none were to be found.

I had seen her on the way to pick up the bike, a Saturday morning. Knowing that no county worker works a Saturday, I even made plans to borrow a camera so that on the return trip, riding the FJR, I could take a pix. ...and she was gone, vanished.

To this day I don't know what happened, who or what took her, but it just seems really weird that after 3 months of passing by her, the very day the FJR returns to the road she had disappeared.

Some may call it coincidence, I think something bigger is involved. The problem is I'm not smart enough to figure it out. What do you think?

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