It's winter so one should suspect the highways being littered with fire logs as the country boys haul their cords of wood into suburbia to warm the hearths of the central heated homes here. I would have had plenty of time so see the 18+ " log laying in the middle of my lane on I 66 if another driver in the left lane had not decided he wanted to get off the next exit to do some Christmas shopping at the mall. His quick lane change maneuver didn't cause me any issue, but he blocked my vision of the road log up ahead. Dead center in my lane after he passed over there it was, and at a cruising speed of 65+ mph it made a THUMP sound. I looked back to see if any plastic belly parts of mine were left in the road. All clear. Any oil streak ? No. It must have deflected off the front tire as my left foot felt like somebody hit it with a tire iron. I never stopped until I reached my destination. Needless to say, the trip was filled with wonderment about the underside of the bike. Inspection upon arrival showed nothing, nada, zilch. It was a good day.