Close call
There’s a first time for everything right? How about almost nailing a deer, while driving 35 mph on a tandem bicycle…
On a seemingly harmless recovery ride around Lake Sammamish this morning, we encountered two deer at the side of Eastlake Sammamish Parkway. I didn’t see them until Nick was hard on the brakes. I peeled my head off his back in time to see 125 pounds of fur lose its footing on the smooth asphalt about 20 yards in front of us. I closed my eyes and did my best to relax in case Nick needed to take evasive action. Fortunately, there were no cars around at the time, and the deer regained its footing in time to scamper across the road, out of our way.
I caught the look of fear in its eyes as we passed by. It would be hard to say who was more frightened by the experience. Likewise, I will not hazard a guess at who would have fared worse had we actually collided.
Comments:
A 35 mph “ recovery ride “ ?! Recovery from what, RAAM ?
I sure am glad you guys didn’t hit.
It’d be such a shame to ding that bike 
I should be clear; we don’t normally cruise along at 35 mph. We had just crested a hill and were on our way up to mach 3 going downhill.
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