Coming home late, actually early on the 18th, from a friend's house, a buck came up beside me in the fog. I saw it just long enough to think, "Man, that deer's gonna jump out in front of me..."
Put short, it did, clipped my bars with it's leg and put me into the pavement at 60. Only part I really remember about the crash is the sound my helmet made on asphalt: f*cked up.
Road rash down my left side, a broken collar bone, and a badly broken ring finger. The bike's in a lot better shape than me, though. The forks are tweaked a little, there's a good sized dent in the tank, the turn signals on the left are broken, and I'm missing a shifter peg, but that's all. Must be the American engineering...
p.s. Just found out I was fully covered: even for the helmet.