So I am on my way to work this morning taking a road that I have taken 1000 times before when I go around a corner and spot a dead deer laying by the side of the road. This thing looks like it got nailed by a convoy of 18 wheelers based on the fact that you can't tell the difference between it's head and it's ass. Anyways, as I am rounding the corner, my bike decides it wants to turn sideways. Right when I am expecting to highside, the bike gets back on course with a little wheel spin and some violent shaking. It turns out that whatever juices a deer is made of, are very slippery when they are spread on the road. Realizing how close I had come to laying my bike down, my stomach was in a huge knot. I finally was able to blow a huge fart about ten min. after the incident at a stoplight(can't fart while riding unless I stand on pegs--anyone else have this problem?) and sigh with relief. Just goes to show that you never know what you will run into even on a road that you know like the back of your hand.
I guess I was reading the RPM gauge officer.