My claim to fame is I hit a buffalo (American Bison) on a 250cc Yamaha in 1971. I grew up pretty close to a wildlife refuge and they had roaming bands of both buffalo and longhorn cattle. Let me tell you how much light a buff reflects.... none, zero, nada. All you get is a little green spot that is the eye!
One dark night right after I went over the cattle guard into the refuge I sped up and didin't get 100yds before I broadsided Mr Buff. It folded my front wheel under the engine, bent the forks, my legs bent the handle bars and I went flying over Mr Buff. He commenced to lay on the road and make these strange grunting sounds, much like I was making as I tried to get air into my lungs.
He recovered before me, got up and wandered away. All the time I was worried that after he got up he would come over and stomp me into a greasy spot on the road. I eventually got up, dragged my bike to the side of the road and sat down to think. About that time a Highway patrolman drove up and asked what happened. I told him, and he LAUGHED at me!
The only evidence i hit the guy was my bike was crunched and both the clutch and front brake lever had buff fur in them, there were a few other tufts here and there.
I had some friends fishing down the road so he took me there to get my frends truck to haul my bike away. He must have felt sorry for me, I didn't get a ticket...but then again, neither did the buff for failing to yield.
bob