Out on the trike today and I came within inches of getting run over.
I was literally inches from being T-boned from the side.
In a State Park, no less.
By a deer.
I never saw the critter coming, but his or her leaping legs came within inches of the saw blade big chain ring that sticks out of the front of my Rambler.
Instinctively, I hit the brakes, but he was already past me by the time I could react.
A car that was driving toward me saw the whole affair and she stopped to ask if I was ok.
I told her that I was, that the deer just missed me, and that I think I pooped my pants.
(Not, but she thought it was funny).