Shit happens to me. Tonight, my best friend and I were driving out to Tae Kwon Do class (I started taking it for the first time in my life a few weeks ago). Right after the sun went down and as I was driving 50 mph or so, a deer darted out in front of me. I didn’t have enough room to react, and there was a car to my right, so I ran into the deer.
It all happened in super slow motion (think “bullet-time“). One second, we were carrying on a conversation, the next, I was slamming on the brakes while hitting a deer at 50 mph.
Then, the deer rolled up the windshield (approximate speed of the vehicle around 40 mph at this point). It hit the windshield, an antler or two broke off, and then it was gone… no where to be seen.
600 milleseconds later or so (I’m rounding) the deer appeared again mid-air about 15 feet in front of the car (I was still decelerating the vehicle) and I hit the brakes harder. We came to a stop right in front of where the deer landed. (Thank God the guy behind me had the competence to stop too).
We took a quick inventory of our persons (neither of us had been wearing our seatbelts) and looked for any personal property that might have gotten thrown around in the cockpit, sorry, car. I turned down the iPod. Then we looked at each other and then back at the deer.
The guy behind me was pissed that I stopped (he obviously didn’t see the damn deer) but I didn’t care. I got out of the car to drag the deer into the ditch (he was in the way) and took a quick glance at the dront of my 2 year old Jetta. Ugh:
We got on down the road after I got back in the car and had a laugh after I got over being pissed. My buddy and I have a history of stupid car accidents (usually while I’m driving).
Read his rendition of the event and a short history of our driving history here. See photos of the aftermath (no deer photos sorry) here.
Damn thing was only a 6-pointer too.