Ugh, I sure don't feel special, just a surviving blood brother in a bloody pastime.
Funniest: a Commando rider told me was riding with his son around a rural lake on unpaved delights with shallow water crossing, came around a blind bend to surprise vultures on a kill - last biggest one hesitated to leave till last instant and only got about headlight-chest height, as was carrying the maggot filled juice spilling meal before impact which knocked the road kill out of talon - leaving its juk on sticky sick-ly smellie.
I have big bird events ~1-3 a season. Couple of note, going 90 in long straight saw buzzards on kill on far side of road, so I coasted down to legal and then flashed lights as they see that before sound reaches over 100 yrd out, then horn over a few dozen yds, but biggest just turned and hopped to stand between me and meal then leaned forward in defiance till I was a dozen yds away 45 mph - he recognized my size zoom motion but launched across me not away, I sharp leaned away at same time nailing it just as he leaned the other way and nailed it, 2 flight arcs that met at apexes. We missed by a foot, locked eye ball to eye ball, both with identical shocked angry fear message FFFKYOU! - locked on twisting necks backward as whip lash hit and we parted ways both recovering flight our stability but intact.
The other big bird here, Widl Turky 30-40 lb will occasionally shoot straight across road at head height, like gym medicine balls thrown 40 mph. Last fun encounter was a group of 6, me going 35 Gravel turn, 2 took off to sides, 4 took off along road, 2 of these found opening in trees and pealed off, which left 2 a few yd up and ahead at matched speeds, I pulled out of line of bird butt ejections, then nailed it up under their freaked out feathers for dozens of yd road-flight tag, got ejection that missed me and it pealed off, laughing I slowed so much last turkey hen had landed few dozen yd ahead so nailed it again to swoosh her back up so I could fly up her butt matching her zig zags till she pealed off and we let bygones be bygones.
In small fast open deck boats as kids me and brother would match speed of water foul and swat at them with paddles, knowing after 1st event running up under them at face level we got covered in very hot bird shit. Never hit one but great fun as they frantically glanced at us jerking flight to dodge paddles then back ahead and back again so fast and flapping so furiously, we split guts laughing.
BTW if barely puttering along bats are attacked to the Norton head ringing. They don't strike much at speed, but any thing is possible we know.