Trackday at Marham, approaching 180 mph when a hare lollopped across the runaway ahead of me. I knew it would continue across, so didn't brake or do anything sudden.
In the middle of the runway it stopped, turned and sat up, looking straight at me. I can see it in my mind's eye. How I managed to brake (shudderingly) and avoid it (on two wheels?) without the car turning over, I still do not know...