Thanks to Gina for the title - yes, I hit a deer last night on my way home at about 10 p.m. - it was a big sucka, too. I saw its panicked face and I'm sure it saw mine...then BANG!!! It hit my passenger side front end. I kept driving, praying hard & fast "Please, God, let me get to a safe spot to pull over or make it home!!!!" I was relieved not to have blown my right front tire, but I could hear that something was dragging. The vehicle behind me was flashing its lights, but I was too afraid to pull over until I got somewhere well lit. And, since I had idiotically left my cell phone in my office, I wanted somewhere with a pay phone (there aren't many of THOSE around anymore!).
So, I limped along to the 7-11 in Libertytown. I'd hit the deer just past the Liberty Road Seafood place, so I was so happy to make it that far. The vehicle behind me pulled in, too, and checked to make sure I was OK, which was really nice of them. It was a young family, mom, dad & 2 young boys. The dad helped me disconnect the crud that was dragging - it was my running lights and grille. Another guy let me use his cell phone to call Tori. I told her that I'd hit a deer and if I didn't make it home in 10-15 minutes, please drive down Liberty Road and look for me to drive me home. She didn't recognize the guy's cell # on caller ID and so didn't pick up at first....I was about to panic.
I learned that I do not do well in a crisis situation. Bruce says I should've pulled over right away and put on my flashers. But there was no way I wanted to chance A) the car not starting up again once I stopped; B) being stranded on the dark roadside with no cell phone; C) having the vehicle behind me contain homocidal maniacs; D) seeing the injured deer writhing on the shoulder or staring deadly at me; or E) all of the above. So, I just kept going. The dad in the car behind me said that I was throwing up sparks the whole way and they were really worried. They were very kind.
So, I'm very sore on my left side, but otherwise OK. I was pretty shaken up. It could have been much, much worse. At least I didn't have Tori or Lucy with me - they likely would've been injured as it hit on that side of the car.
So, life goes on. The car is in the body shop so I have to drive the big butt truck for a day. No biggie except I suck at driving that monster. And it's harder to manage the wheel with my left arm while shifting because I drive it so seldom and it is such a stiff clutch. But I'll survive.
So, that's my big adventure for this week.....let's hope I have no more!