You exit turn 16 with your foot flat to the floor. That's when you see the birds on the track. Of course they'll get out of the way, you think, they're birds, they fly, you say. Then you hit 140 MPH. Then you smack a bird. Hard.
The first reaction to hitting the bird is "what the fuck was that?" The second reaction is a hope that the next 24 hours don't have you hitting progressively bigger things. The third reaction is to not lift off the throttle at all. You have one of the greatest tracks in America to yourself and you only have two laps, you have to take advantage of it, even if it means committing birdslaughter.