When you put 20,000 miles on a new car in the first six months, you tend to bond with that vehicle.
When you travel 60 minutes in the dark on a two-lane country road every morning at 4:30 am, you learn to anticipate accidents waiting to happen.
Why? Because deer and elk seem to think the road is theirs, too.
The speed limit is 70 but I conscientiously set cruise control to 55 so as not to overreach my headlights.
And perhaps my nighttime obsession of staying 15 miles under the limit – in spite of Bumpkins in rusty trucks tailgating this timid Floridian – is some consolation because I didn’t run into the deer, he darted up from a ravine and smacked into me.
The funny-talking gecko thought otherwise, to the tune of $3872.02!
But I love him, that little green rascal. He made it simple to file a claim online. Click a few buttons – they even had a preset category, “Collision with an animal” – hit enter, and they tell you not only when and where to take your car for repair, there will even be a free rental waiting for you when you get there!
What happened to the deer?
In all my conversations, from insurance adjusters to casual bystanders, not a single person has yet asked me that question.
If I were a sociologist I might be tempted to read into that omission something about cultural predispositions here in rural Montana.
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