If you've driven a car, you've made something roadkill. It's part of the experience. It could have been an opossum, a raccoon, squirrel, deer or even a cow. Yes, a cow (Sorry, Tom. I know you probably aren't reading this but it stands as one of my all-time favorite car meets animal stories).
It can be quite a frightening experience. I remember me and Bill Bradley riding in my mom's van on the way home from a River basketball game and not hitting, but getting hit by a deer. That thing's snout smacked right up against window like it was trying to run right through it.
It can also be quite a disgusting experience. I remember Chippy riding in the passenger side of the Escort while I was driving out Route 88 on a rainy day when I smashed a bloated opossum...that was already dead. Oh, I've heard so many great stories. Of course, if you are a PETA person, the stories aren't so great. But wild animals (especially deer) annoy me. Good eating. But those varmints drive me nuts. Just stay off the road!
Well, the reason I'm talking about this is that my mom did a bit of deer hunting on the way back from Wheeling tonight. Apparently a little big buck hunting (no, not the video game). From the first hand account, it smashed up the gray car's right side, busted on the headlight, made the wheels wobble and on and on. Who knows how much that is going to cost to repair. Probably more than the car is worth to tell you the truth. It's a frustrating thing when something so big, so expensive and something you rely on so much gets wrecked. Sure, it's upsetting because it's going to force us to spend a little extra money we weren't counting on and it's a total inconvenience.
Simply put, it's an expensive, and dangerous ordeal driving a car. But the car is certainly replaceable. And the great thing about all these roadkill stories is that no one got hurt. And that's the only thing that matters. People are irreplaceable.
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