Years ago I left before sunrise on a 150 mile ride to meet some friends. On a lonely stretch of bike path I ran over something that was moving and was white and black. I missed it with my front wheel but since it was moving across my path I got it square with the rear wheel. On the ride home two days later the now dead skunk was laying right where I had run him over (his odor was now overwhelming). Back then, there were no decent headlights that would actually allow you to see something like a skunk. I still feel pretty lucky that he never saw me coming.