2004-03-10 - 3:23 a.m.
RIP Peshwa
So, on Saturday I drove down to Columbus to visit Talcott.
We went to Half Price Books (I resisted temptation - go me). We had dinner. I had to watch Meet the Feebles without the benefit of mind-altering substances. I'm scarred, now.
So, it was after midnight and all, and I headed home. *sigh* About halfway home, it happened.
I was a little way into Wyandot Co. Just coming up over one of those hills on 23. And I saw a deer on the rt hand side of the road. Just as I started for the brake, I saw three more running in from the left.
Fuck, I had no where to go. I had no choice. I hit a deer. Screwed up the front enough to buckle the hood, so I pulled over.
In a complete state of "the hell do I do now?" I called home to ask if I should call 911, or if I should just call AAA first - obviously I wasn't driving the car the hour+ remaining in whatever condition it was in. So dad said yes, call 911 and report it.
So I got to sit for what seemed like forever - at least 15 minutes, anyway - waiting for a deputy to show up. I would've been pissed off, but there's only two shifted deputies on overnight in that county, and there wasn't any highway patrol around at that hour on that stretch (or so I was told).
Towtruck showed up. I got out and got my first real look at the damage. Ouch. Started realizing more fully how damned lucky I am I didn't get banged up myself.
So I got to ride back home in the towtruck. The driver was nice. Not too chatty, but not deathly quiet, either. And he let me bum a smoke when I ran out - thank the universe, he even smokes my brand.
Had the car left at Kurts. Plan being to get a rough eyeball estimate from him about if it was worth fixing.
Found out in the meantime that since I just have liability, there would for sure be no point in turning in to insurance.
Car would be at least 2 or 3 thousand dollars to fix. *sniffle* My poor dear Peshwa! That's too rich for our blood.
Sold the car to the parts yard. Got 50 bucks.
I'm going to buy my cousin's Monte Carlo for 800 (borrowed from Mom, as I'm broke right now). We pick it up tomorrow afternoon, hopefully. It's grey. I think it might be named Dreadnaught once it's mine.
In any case - I'm ok. There is a very dead deer out there. (And possibly another injured one - I was so focused on the one I knew I was hitting, I'm not sure if I clipped another one.) My car is also essentially dead. *sigh*
ETA: I was going to say, but forgot. A completely unrelated aside? When did my life get new writers? No, really, this cannot be the same writing staff we've had for the last few years.
And on that note? I could really live without another sub-plot like the hitting-a-deer thing for a while. K? Thanks.
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