I had finally gotten off work. I normally work 2:30 pm to 11:00 pm but I had stayed over again. It was after 1:00 am. My ride home takes me through some very desolate areas of the desert. I love this part of the day, it's just me and my bike. Time to relax and enjoy the ride and let the work day just blow away in the wind. Last night was kind of cold (for southern Arizona this time of year) like 40 degrees and very little moonlight. I was cruising along at about 55mph when all of a sudden there was this impact to my face. Do you know that dumb feeling of instantly wondering where your at after you've been hit in the face by a line drive baseball or a swift punch? It was like that minus the pain bloom afterwards. I was a little disoriented but was able to hang on and keep the bike upright. I had no idea what I hit but I seemed to be ok so I slowly crept home the rest of the way. I pulled into the garage pulled off my helmet. It looked fine in the garage light. It wasn't until I got into the kitchen and looked at it under that light did I see the blood spray and the tufts of hair stuck in the vents that I realized it must've been a bat. In any case once I washed the gore off the helmet. It's fine. I'm fine. The bat...not so much I would imagine. I'm just glad I always wear a helmet.