My funny bear story is just easy rolling along Skyline drive, when mama bear comes down the hill, trots across ahead of me and back into the woods on the very steep down slope side. Having stopped, I get ready to go again when baby bear comes flying down behind her at warp speed, leaps into the steep down slope, and can be heard crashing through the undergrowth down the hill like a runaway bowling ball.
A general rule for all motorcycling is to remember most species will travel in groups (not just deer). When something is in the road, don't just concentrate on it, look behind it for more of them.
