Read the links in the story, it just gets stranger.
It sounds like they were both traveling in the same direction when she hit him.
She got out of the car to look for the "deer" she said she hit but couldn't find it (evidently the poor cyclist and mangled bike were obstructing her view of the deer).
She called her husband to tell him she had hit a "deer" again so he wouldn't be mad (this happened before, how sick is she).
She drives to the store to buy cigarettes a few days later when the clerks asked her what happened due to the damage of the vehicle (I thought she had health concerns and she forgot about that whole license thing).
The clerks didn't believe the story due to the way she was acting and notified authorities (guilty conscience maybe).
A few hours later the authorities were at her door asking questions (oh crap, I need to make up a story, uh I have a medical condition and all these drugs make me loopy, blame the doctors who prescribed them to me, and the drug manufacturers who produce them, and the state on NC for not issuing me a drivers license, and that pesky deer I keep hitting).
A little over a year should cover everything (I'll take it).