I felt like a ride tonight (even though I shouldn't, as an oil change is overdue) so I hopped on the bike and headed uphill. I live in Bountiful, UT, right near the base of some mountains. It rained a bit today but it's dried up now, and the temperature is perfect; probably warm enough for short sleeves, but just right if you wear a leather jacket every time you ride like I do. I started riding above the city, enjoying the view of all the lights. Every now and then lightning lit up the sky over the mountains, and there was a nice light breeze. In other words, it's a great night for a motorcycle ride. As I was riding along I saw some movement to my right and a silhouette at the edge of my headlight beam. I started to slow down and just as I did a small buck jumped into my lane, directly in front of me. I hit the brakes harder and the rear locked up for a split second, but then I was just slowly rolling behind the deer. I followed it down the road for almost a mile, revving my engine as it ran. Eventually it jumped the curb and sprinted back up the mountain. It was beautiful. Jim