Return of the Deerslayer
My trusty PT Cruiser was returned to me Friday, three weeks to the day when I destroyed the car’s front end by killing a baby deer who materialized in the highway in front of me.
The total repair bill: $5,082.80. Just about half of the car’s current value, according to the Kelly Blue Book.
Insurance covered most of it. Between our deductible and a rental car — three weeks of a rental car — we were out about a grand.
But I have my baby back, finally. Just in time for snow tonight in Virginia Beach.
Now, I can print one of these out and stick it on the side of my car:
January 21st, 2008 at 9:53 pm
Holy cow (deer)! 5 grand, wow! My brother did the same thing in December. He hit a teleporting deer with his Saab (old, used car), just about ripped the bumper and hood off and the insurance totaled it. Damages were almost the worth of the car. He said the deer, though stunned, ran off into the night. Almost like a scene from Terminator.
cheers,
Michael
P.S. BTW, Nice looking P.T. :-)
January 22nd, 2008 at 1:48 pm
Why do the deer get transporters but we’re still stuck using planes, trains and automobiles?
BTW, PT Cruisers are lame, if you had any sense of style you’d get a Delorean ;)
http://www.delorean.com
January 23rd, 2008 at 1:52 am
DeLorian! Ha!
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When Sharon and I first got married, we lived in Norcross, Ga., just outside of Atlanta. Just off of Jimmy Carter Blvd.
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I couldn’t find a newspaper job to save my life — no one remembers the great recession of the mid-80s. I wasted a year, 1985, working for the Southern Bell Yellow Pages. We lived in an apartment over the garage of a very kindly old man.
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We didn’t have money to go out and do things, but once or twice a week, we’d splurge and drive up the street to a “TCBY” frozen yogurt store. I don’t even know if “TCBY” stores still exist. We’d buy a couple of vanilla yogurts, kick back and watch the kids roll in for dessert.
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There was this one rich girl in the neighborhood who came in for yogurt nearly every night. A cute cheerleader-type with an equally cute friend. They’d pull up in a gorgeous DeLorean, pop open the gull-wing doors and bounce in for yogurt. Sharon and I would sit there and stare — she at the car and me at the occupants.
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I could never get over the idea of two girls in their late teens driving to get frozen yogurt in a DeLorean.
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To this day, my teeth ache whenever I catch a “Back to the Future” movie on TV.
January 24th, 2008 at 1:45 am
You now hate Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer? I’d go with:
A friend of mine in high school came from a rich family. His dad bought a Delorean. It was parked outside one day when a bad hailstorm hit.
January 24th, 2008 at 1:46 am
Your blog don’t care much for html, eh? http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/media/Bambi.gif
January 25th, 2008 at 1:00 pm
Good to see the Cruiser’s back in your driveway. You have to put a deer decal on the driver’s door or left front fender, a la fighter-plane victory decals.
I wonder: Did the deer ended up in anyone’s freezer?
June 12th, 2009 at 5:24 pm
You didn’t say a word about the baby deer. You just talked about your car and money.
June 16th, 2009 at 4:36 pm
Yeah, Charles — tell us how tasty that deer was.
June 17th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
Good grief … sometimes animals are dumb enough to jump in front of huge metal objects moving through space at 50 or 60 mph. It’s called survival of the fittest for a reason.