Last night I almost hit my second deer in two years. I know it sounds incredible, but it's true. Right about the start of hunting season in PA last year, I was riding along a trail that runs through the Valley Forge National Park, when out of the brush jumps this doe, brushes me hard enough to knock me over, and then bounds off down the ravine. Yersteday, there was almost a repeat of this on the same trail. This time, however, it was a group of three. I'm very lucky that I missed them all. It really put the "how to stop in an emergency" theory to the test. I grabbed the brakes, shot my weight back behind and below my seat and squeezed for all I was worth. I'm not sure if their hearts or my heart was beating faster. When I used to ride a motorcycle, I hit a rabbit at about 80 MPH and almost lost control of the bike. It was a big reason I gave up (at least until both kids are out of college) riding a motorcycle. I'm not, however, going to give up riding my bicycle... deer be damned.