Amen to that, brother.Originally Posted by Thmstec
This comment reminds me of my first experience with crinkled sheet metal. Only it involved convincing Mom instead of the insurance company...
I was cruising home on I-40 in "The Blue Bastard", my first car - an MG Midget. The top was down - the temp was perfect - I was young and healthy - my teeth were shiny - I had a hot girlfriend with a really nice set of t..... teeth of her own - basically, the world was my oyster. Then all of a sudden a bunch of deer jumped out in front of me. I nailed the brakes and instead of that satisfying feeling of deceleration one hopes for when one stands on the brakes, my speed hardly changed at all - but my ears were met with a loud zzzzzzZZZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZZzzzzz sound followed quickly by a thud as I smacked into a deer at 55mph. (This was when that shiny-toothed Jimmy Carter decided the hell with state's rights, I'm setting a national speed limit because you people need to save fuel and burn up your lives poking along the interstate instead)
Hmmm... Wha happen...?
Splines on those wire wheel hubs not quite up to par?
What did you expect for a $500 car...?
Let me tell you, a deer will mess up an MG Midget. But in an unexpected way. There was no damage whatsoever to the front of the car. The Midget was so low it went under the deer - the only thing the front hit was its skinny little legs - just took the deer's legs right out from under it and the heavy body fell further back near the cowl. It looked like a tree had fallen on it. I didn't have a problem with the insurance company but it took a long time to convince my mother that I'd hit a deer. She thought I'd rolled The Bastard and then got handfuls of fur off the German Shepard down the street and put it all over the car and made up a tale about hitting a deer so she wouldn't know I'd been driving recklessly...
OK that's my story for tonight. Carry on.
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