Mercedes vs. Bambi Mercedes 0 ~ Bambi 0

While I was travelin’ to work last night, down below St. Charles on Hwy 29, an area especially known for its herds of suicidal deer, I had one that decided to pick me as an instrument of its demise. The idiot wasn’t heading off across the road; the idiot was headed towards me. I was able to swerve at the last moment; I was only doing 45, and clipped it with the left fender. Well, I guess the damage could have been worst but I still lost a head-light, the left finder is smashed, hood dented and the grill is cracked. Luckily, the deer didn’t try and join me in the front seat, ain’t no where near enough room for the two of us.
Oh, well, so much for my “plans” of restoring the Mercedes.
I didn’t stop. If I had and found that deer laying on the side of the road I would have spent the night kicking it and beating on it with a tire iron. I waited until I got to the store at the Grantville exit at the Interstate to inspect the damages. I pulled the fender out to keep it from rubbing the tire and headed on towards work. I didn’t even loose the front end alignment.
I do wish evolution would breed out the need for deer to play chicken.