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April 8, 2008
Doe a Deer
I wrecked another car. My 13 year old says "maybe you shouldn't drive anymore, Mom". I am starting to wonder too.
Last Friday, I was about a quarter mile from my house on a back road (round here, they are ALL back roads!) rocking the new Amy Winehouse CD (SOOOOOOOOO good) when a deer appeared on the road. No, seriously. One second it was not there and the next second it was. I didn't even have time to register this fact before the Suburban (also known as a freakin TANK) hit the deer HARD! It threw the deer forward and then hit the deer again. Yes, that is right folks. When I hit a deer, I do it right. The deer had about half a second to turn its head and make eye contact with me prior to being hit the second time. It fell and the Suburban drug it about ten feet while it tried to figure out what it was going to do. It finally decided to just run the damn thing over with a lurch and a whump. I wasn't sure what the protocol was for hitting a deer - do you stop and admire your handiwork or do you get the hell out of dodge? The Suburban didn't even shudder so I decided to get the hell out of dodge. I was shaking HARD. I am ecstatic to report that the airbag that I am now deathly afraid of did NOT go off. Yay me. Just as I came around the next corner, three cars passed me. I tried to pretend like nothing happened but once they rounded the corner they no doubt knew me for the murderer I was. I started to smell an odd smell but went the eighth of a mile left to my driveway. I got out of the car and willed the Suburban to be okay. It was not. Red fluid was pouring out of some tank or other (turned out to be a huge hole in the radiator) and the whole left side of the grill cracked, nay, smashed with a buckle in the left quarter panel. There were no lights no how left. Just wires dangling from the eye socket.
Here is the part where I have to admit that the vehicle I wrecked (second one in three weeks) does not actually belong to me. I am driving Chad's Suburban because I totaled my car (see last entry if you missed that). Chad, being the nice guy he is, says it is just a machine, the most important thing is that I am okay. I love him. So I moved onto driving his mother's car for a day. I am happy to report that I did not wreck it.
Yesterday I got my happy butt into my nother new car. Exact same, except I requested this time I want the car that comes with the option of not leaving the road unexpectedly. The salesman thought that was a funny joke. I didn't.
Posted by DebC at April 8, 2008 4:06 PM