Apr 20 2006
I Almost Hit A Raccoon
I almost hit a raccoon today. He shot out from some bushes on the right and I had to swerve to avoid squashing its pretty head. I felt bad about running over a squirrel once; I don’t know what I’d do if I hit something big. Probably nothing.
I almost killed myself and my uncle missing a mouse in Idaho. Swerved in a little Japanese truck at 70mph. Just before it I would have sworn to do it. Just after it—after I barely corrected the skid I started without rolling—I decided to continue to try to avoid animals but be a bit more conservative about it.
I was on a twisty road once doing about 110 in a 50 zone. I came around the corner and there was a fucking porcupine right there. I was already pulling a couple of Gs on this turn so I just corrected my turn more than anything. Not sure if I hit it; it was dark and I really couldn’t look behind me.
Another time I was passing a car in a 60 zone doing about 90 when I smoked this fucking pigeon. Fucker didn’t know what hit him.
Do I feel bad? Kinda. Would I do it again? Never intentionally. I have slowed down a little bit since those days though.
That reminds me. I smoked a partridge once. He went flying right off the grill. A cloud of feathers.
we were doing an all nighter to quebec to get alcool…or some other alcoholic beverage that I am sure we could have obtained in the local liquer store….flying down the highway…i only had my beginners and the women who owned the car would shift until I was in fifth and then i was fine…suddenly in the headlightss…a jessly big porcipine..ambling in the distant headlight glow….my first and only thoughts before i felt the thing go bumping along the undercarriage…was…RUN! PORCIPINE RUN! I think i may have even vocalized it….another fine idiot moment..