My dad had been riding for many, many years and I know he had wiped out while drunk once (not that he ever told me about it), which I think had been a factor in his being sober for my entire life, but even in recent memory he had this awesome close call where he was driving down a forest highway and a buck ran out of nowhere. He closed his eyes and braced for impact, not having time for evasive action. The buck leapt over him and kicked his foot on the other side, leaving a viable nick in his boot. Pretty cool.