There was that drunkass clown the other night who wanted to have a few cold ones in my saturday night sandbox and didn't want to take a no for an answer... Oh, wait, you mean on the bike? In Austria, in the late 90's, a truck lost several cases of cucumbers. Slippery little fuggers, those cucumbers.

 

A bat was after a bug that apparently flew in front of my headlight while I was riding one night. The bat flew up and I nailed it with my chin at 60 mph. Luckily it didn't explode, only left a few hairs.

A squirrel once. Poor little guy panicked and started going one way and then the other and zigged when I zagged.

I feel bad when animals are run over like that, 'cause most times it isn't a fast kill.

 

An anvil...yes...an anvil! Took it almost head on. Didn't get hurt...no damage to the bike either. Damn... I'm sure lucky it was a stuffed toy! It flew out of a p/u full of household stuff, along with Homer, and, I think, Curious George.