R.I.P. My Pretty Pretty Jeep
I've never been emotionally attached to a vehicle but if my Jeep was a chick, she could really do a number on me. If you have ever been in a vehicle that hit a deer (or anything else I guess) there is a strange crunching sound. I thought a window had shattered. I drive at night all the time, through Mendon Ponds Park and Clover Street in Honeoye Falls, where deer are everywhere. When I drive home at night I don't get above forty-five. This damn deer was running full-speed (according to the driver behind us) when he jumped in front of me. I braked and swerved slightly but it was no use. I had a sinking feeling since I've owned it that it wasn't going to last long. I'm sick. With any luck I can get it repaired although, moron that I am, I didn't have collision insurance on it. The person that I wish I was could take it apart piece by piece in my Dad's shop, replace parts as I went along, and put it back together good as new. We'll see what the real me does. My Mom suggested already that I should start looking for something new (new to me). To me, that's like suggesting someone should pick up a new kitten on their way to the vet to put the old cat down. My poor Jeep. Please send donations in lieu of flowers.