RX VIPER
Enthusiast
Tuesday evening we left St. Louis to join the Great Midwest Caravan. I was the 4th car back, the windows were down, the music was up, and life was good, then.. THUD-THUD-SCRAAAPE. I saw it, but it was too late. The cars in front of me rolled over the dead dog first, but the 3rd car swerved and rolled and fluffed it for me. I, like the ones before me, had no where to go. My car was the only one in the group that had been lowered so I plowed it. We felt/heard that thing all the way under and out the back of the car. My wife said it felt like all the bones were crushed under the car. I was afraid to get out and look at the damage to my front facia. Remarkably, there was none! I did look underneath to see the remains of the wooly mammoth that my chin-guard caught, but there was to paint or structural damage. Thankfully, no one else in the group suffered any damage either.
After this event on the highway, I started calling the guy in front of me the fluffer, and the rest of the trip my car was known as the cow(dog)catcher.
After this event on the highway, I started calling the guy in front of me the fluffer, and the rest of the trip my car was known as the cow(dog)catcher.