Wow, you were pretty dang lucky! I'll bet your eyes were wide as a saucer after that.
We were following two unmarked police cars that were on I90 traveling a tad over a buck. The coyote hit the back quarter panel of the rear car. I saw it coming the whole way but for some reason I never flinched.
The coyote imploded on me.....very nasty....guts, hair, blood everywhere. A piece of leg bone lodged in my front fairing. It cracked my right lower. right saddle bag, ant tour pack.
I didn't realize how bad it was till the police turned around at Wall SD, where it happened. They were yelling at me to lay on the ground. Wearing just a brain bucket made my hearing near nill, so I couldn't understand why they were yelling at me. Then I looked down at my chest and saw all the B&G's and they thought they were mine. I wrestled away from one of the police and started to wipe the B&G's off me. They wrestled my arms away from continuing wiping and noticed that my shirt was not even ripped. That is when I realized how close to death I really was.
I can't say that I was or have been afraid on the bike, just cautious of my surroundings. One thing in these parts is deer. They are everywhere and there is really not much one can do to not hit one when circumstances are not on your side.