F*ck suicidal deer. And f*ck deer in general. I hate 'em and I can't stand 'em! Bunch of selfish pricks that can't kill themselves without ruining someone else's day... You know what, I'm sorry. All that deer hate just now comes from a dark place. I mean, I don't even hunt for Christ's sake. But I've hated deer as long as I can remember. I think it stems back to my 8th grade math teacher who had a deer face and a penchant for scratching her gross fupa in front of our entire class. Just one of those memories you can't erase.
According to the YouTube description, this all went down during some closed road bike race. Below is the description. Not that anyone gives a sh*t
Rally WV Special Stage 13 - After over 300 miles of racing I slam into a deer on the final stage. The deer was able to run away under its own power. NOTE: This is closed course racing (road is closed to the public) so both sides of the road are fair game. I don't condone crossing the yellows or speeding when on open roads.