I go out of my way to steer my car at crows feeding on roadkill, but it mostly a form of mutual amusement...I know I am never going to hit the crow, and the crow knows he is never going to let himself get hit.
He contemptuously hops out of the way, and by the time the roadkill appears in my rearview mirror again, his beak is buried deep.
I avoid hitting anything as long as I can do it safely without causing a traffic issue.
Around here, if traffic is light enough, roadkill gets moved out of the roadway. Most residents here wear boots—not open toed shoes!