Ok, here is the short story:
I was almost killed when I hit a deer on the way to work last night. Go to Picture.
Long story:
I speed. I speed alot. Generally about 20 mph over on the highways and interstate but only about 5-10 on city roads. A few weeks ago, I got a speeding ticket. A week later, I got pulled over again, but the Deputy gave me a break. With a new baby girl, I decide that I can't afford to risk loosing my license (work would probably frown on this as well ) or the fines (safety is another matter that I would be happy to discuss). I vow not to speed anymore. Ok... I vowed not to go anymore than 5 over, but you get the idea...
Fast forward to last night. It's 10:35 pm CDT and I'm heading to work, going about 68 mph north bound on I-43. I going under the bridge for County O when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, there is a deer in the middle of my lane (it probably just came on the I and i didn't see it because of the bridge). In the split second before I hit him, I manage to hit the break (slowing to about 60-63 mph) and yell out two words: "Holy F**K!"
Smash! (actually sounded more like a loud thud)
Part of the windshield gets shattered (drivers side), I can see a big dent in the hood, a smear mark and a bunch of splatter on the window and hood. I don't have a phone with me and my radio is at work. I am unhurt and the car is running fine and I know its only 8 miles to work. I drive the rest of the way there and report it as soon as I went in. Of course I didn't go right in as I wanted to checkout my car. The dent was big and it got some of my bumber. Hell, there was bone sticking out of my grill.
Work goes by with no problems and I go to check out my car in the daylight and better asses the situation. Turns out he was at about a 45 degree angle on impact, butt first and smack dab in the middle of the hood (meaning he was mostly on the drivers side). The sharp slant of the Saturns nose took out its hind legs (with some of the aformentioned bones sticking in the grill) and his butt slams into my hood (the smear on my is probably mostly sh1t). Since I'm going about 60 mph, his butt slams into his gut and explodes. This mess starts to go forward and up making his front end (neck and head) slam into my windshield, shattering it. Here is where I was nearly killed. I was lucky that his head hit very close to the windshield frame, or it would have gone straight through, kissing my in the face, most likely killing my instantly. It then flew up and over my car. Somewhere along the line, it must have ripped in two as my Sgt, who was about a mile back when this happend, had to swerve to miss a pile of deer only to run over another.
Anyway... I lived and have no injuries. The deer died instantly. And I'm looking forward to some venison.
I was almost killed when I hit a deer on the way to work last night. Go to Picture.
Long story:
I speed. I speed alot. Generally about 20 mph over on the highways and interstate but only about 5-10 on city roads. A few weeks ago, I got a speeding ticket. A week later, I got pulled over again, but the Deputy gave me a break. With a new baby girl, I decide that I can't afford to risk loosing my license (work would probably frown on this as well ) or the fines (safety is another matter that I would be happy to discuss). I vow not to speed anymore. Ok... I vowed not to go anymore than 5 over, but you get the idea...
Fast forward to last night. It's 10:35 pm CDT and I'm heading to work, going about 68 mph north bound on I-43. I going under the bridge for County O when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, there is a deer in the middle of my lane (it probably just came on the I and i didn't see it because of the bridge). In the split second before I hit him, I manage to hit the break (slowing to about 60-63 mph) and yell out two words: "Holy F**K!"
Smash! (actually sounded more like a loud thud)
Part of the windshield gets shattered (drivers side), I can see a big dent in the hood, a smear mark and a bunch of splatter on the window and hood. I don't have a phone with me and my radio is at work. I am unhurt and the car is running fine and I know its only 8 miles to work. I drive the rest of the way there and report it as soon as I went in. Of course I didn't go right in as I wanted to checkout my car. The dent was big and it got some of my bumber. Hell, there was bone sticking out of my grill.
Work goes by with no problems and I go to check out my car in the daylight and better asses the situation. Turns out he was at about a 45 degree angle on impact, butt first and smack dab in the middle of the hood (meaning he was mostly on the drivers side). The sharp slant of the Saturns nose took out its hind legs (with some of the aformentioned bones sticking in the grill) and his butt slams into my hood (the smear on my is probably mostly sh1t). Since I'm going about 60 mph, his butt slams into his gut and explodes. This mess starts to go forward and up making his front end (neck and head) slam into my windshield, shattering it. Here is where I was nearly killed. I was lucky that his head hit very close to the windshield frame, or it would have gone straight through, kissing my in the face, most likely killing my instantly. It then flew up and over my car. Somewhere along the line, it must have ripped in two as my Sgt, who was about a mile back when this happend, had to swerve to miss a pile of deer only to run over another.
Anyway... I lived and have no injuries. The deer died instantly. And I'm looking forward to some venison.
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