Fly it until the cats come home.
I flew my first year, 130 hours +/-, with the bare brackets. Didn't do the gear fairings the wheel pants until the first condition inspection.
No issues inflight until I popped what I hope was a feral cat at an airport north of Detroit as I rotated for takeoff at dusk. At the time, I saw enough of a flash of black running left to right just barely in front of the wing. I thought it was a skunk. I felt and heard a good thud, but since the plane was flying fine, I figured I'd continue home with my passenger. (Figured sit was a tire strike not a prop strike.) Better to be back with my tools, parts, known A&P, and car in Virginia than to be stuck hours away with nothing. Landed uneventfully, tire inflated and brakes in fine order. The bracket was bent back just over 90 degrees though.
Called the airport the next day and they had found nothing. My veterinarian friend examined the hair stuck in the now bent bracket and rendered a field opinion that it was a cat.