This is what happened when I hit a deer last week. I was doing 50 and the deer just decided to jump out at me. It looks like the insurance company is going to total it.

 

sorry to hear and see what happened , glad your ok

 

Another "deer" crashing into an RX-7. Coincidence? I think not. Conspiracy? Maybe.

Here's why: " John Deere Inc, in the US, had a major research effort in rotary engines and designed a version which was capable of using a variety of fuels without changing the engine. The design was proposed as the power source for several US Marine combat vehicles in the late 1980s."

I think they're poor losers. Retribution maybe? Nothing runs like a deere...into an RX-7. Vroom vroom???.

Read more here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wankel_engine

DD

 

In my 33 years of driving, only one deer so far. It happened in 1987, when 2 buddies and I were driving my old 1970 Ford E300 heavy duty van straight thru from Alabama to Utah canyon land Nat'l park. We made a fuel stop in Gallup New Mexicao about 1am, and then turned north up the Devil's Hiway, hiway 666 (which has since been renamed.) I saw some Indians walking on the hiway, I guess heading back to the reservation. I turned the wheel over to one of my buddies, and I laid down in the back of the van. About an hour later, I felt the van swerve and my buddy say "Oh ****!" and then felt the dreaded thump. From where I was in the back of the van, I just knew he had run over an Indian. Turns out 3 does ran in front of the van, and the last one didn't make it. It mashed the grille right up against the radiator, but did not put a hole in it, which is very fortunate when you are in the desert. It busted up the right headlight pretty bad, and creased the hood and fender slightly. Worst thing of all was the smell. The deer's stomach broke open right at the air intake for putting fresh air in the cab of the van, and it stunk like puke for the next 50 miles until we made it to Shiprock, NM and found a car wash to clean it off. When we finally made it to the Canyon Land Park entrance, the park ranger was giving us the eye and questioning us about the busted headlight, as if we were white trash that drove like that with a busted headlight all the way from Alabama. When we told him we hit a deer earlier that night, he got rea hissy like we had killed one of his pet deer. Anyways, I wasn't driving, but it was my vehicle.

 

It could have been worse, believe it or not. Many years ago, my cousin thoroughly spewed his eggs, bacon, and grits breakfast right into the passenger side A/C vent on my Dad's 1973 Plymouth Sport Suburban station wagon (Griswald mobile). That smell of tainted bacon and eggs prevailed on every warm day for the next several years until it got traded in. So I'm even still not much of a breakfast man.

 

Idiot drivers who doesnt pay attention to the road. I cant wait for 2008 where it will be illegal to talk on celphone while driving.