Road Kill

A deer in a Toyota MR2

 

Ouch

 

+1.

 

ran over a dead racoon the size of a medium dog one night, made quite the noise too! surprisingly no blood and guts on the car though.

 

Holden: You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look down...
Leon: What one?
Holden: What?
Leon: What desert?
Holden: It doesn't make any difference what desert, it's completely hypothetical.
Leon: But, how come I'd be there?
Holden: Maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself. Who knows? You look down and see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling toward you...
Leon: Tortoise? What's that?
Holden: You know what a turtle is?
Leon: Of course!
Holden: Same thing.
Leon: I've never seen a turtle. (pause) But I understand what you mean.
Holden: You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on its back, Leon.
Leon: Do you make up these questions, Mr. Holden? Or do they write 'em down for you?
Holden: The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping.
Leon: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I'M NOT HELPING?
Holden: I mean you're not helping! Why is that, Leon?
[Leon has become visibly shaken]
Holden: They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query they're written down for me. It's a test, designed to provoke an emotional response. (pause) Shall we continue?

 

Not in the Ferrari i hope??

 

Ran over a raccoon, it thumped my front wheel-well, and the rear. Left blood all over the place.

A bird flew out of a tree and hit the edge of my windshield and A-pillar.

In one night I hit an oppossum and a frog.

Ran over a black cat one night leaving my uncles neighborhood. It darted out at the wrong moment, and it was night.

I'm sure that's not quite everything. Things really love to get in my way I guess.

 

I would say your an avid hunter!

 

Deer with a motorcycle... luckily I nearly managed to stop, "only" hurt the poor thing, kept jumping into the forest with a limb leg

I was driving with a friend of mine in his old VW Golf when suddenly the car wouldn't accellerate any more. Pumping the pedal a few times would help. Some minutes later, the car sputtered again. We pulled into a parking lot and opened the hood.
There was immediately an incredible sickening stench coming up with the hot air. We held our breath and examined the engine - between the air filter and the engine block, a dead bird was jammed, nearly cut in two halves by the throttle cable. There were feathers all around, molten to the hot engine. When we took a stick to get the bird out there, we discovered that the bird itself was molten to the block...
Judging from the feathers and scratching marks in the paint of the air filter, the bird somehow got in there and sat in a larger space between air filter and engine. When we started the engine, he surely was scared as hell and tried to escape... and managed to get jammed in the mentioned place where he was cut in two by the throttle cable, unable to get out there.
Took as nearly an hour to get rid of all of its remains, after 20 seconds of work with the stick you just had to get away from the car and breathe fresh air. Never smelled anything that disgusting before or after.

 

LOL. Actually, I feel hunted.

I do remember being on the highway once and there were a large amount of Prarie Dogs along the bank of the highway. This guy in front of us deliberately ran over several of them. I was probably 9 or 10, and it hurt that someone would do that on purpose.