Had to leave out last night to visit a customer of mine about 3 hours from home so thought I'd take the scoot and make a ride out of it. About 45 min. down the road (it's dark out) and I begin to hear the truckers talking about a "big ol gator" at mile marker 71.4 I look up to see where I am and BAM. At that point I didn't have to wonder where it was anymore.
The bad part is that it was laying upright and curled instead of flat.
I rode it out, but it shattered one & maybe both of my lower cowlings.
Guess I'll be looking for those soon.
I'm just glad I'm here to tell about it.