I hate deer. I nearly nailed the crap outta one on the way home today. I was going around a sharp corner at about 60, glanced up at my temp gauge, looked back, and a deer was on the right side of the road. I cut over to the left as far as I could, and hit the brakes. Then he runs across to the left side of the road (where I'm barreling down on him) and I swerve back to the right. I seriously miss the deer by only inches. I about shyte myself. I woulda been pissed if I had hit a deer just before putting up the stang for the winter. Nearly 2 years without incident and then that? That woulda sucked.
/RANT
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