I was riding 2up through north-eastern Oregon to my grandparents at night last summer. The roads out there are awesome: tight curves and the occasional straight stretch where you can get on it a bit. I came out of a corner into a straight and was wicking it up (very desolate, middle of nowhere, no cops within a hundred mile radius) when I notice something in the wheat by the side of the road. Next thing I know a coyote is racing alongside the road and I just knew he was going to jump in front of me. Sure enough he makes his move, I hold my line, hit the gas and feel a sickening thump-thump. Still there, dead as ever the next day. I got many thanks from the uncles for taking one of the little buggers out. Cute little buggers though, I sure felt bad...