Yeah,yeah, yeah. When are we going to get back to the real question:
With my first car, the Studebaker, a sheep jumped out in front of me from the ditch. All I ever saw was it's back 6ft from the headlight. It took out the shark-mouth but missed the fenders and hood.
We also had a family dog that ran under the back wheel and laid there barking at me while it died. Like it was my fault.
edit:The bullet-nose and the breadvan (I used to roll through drive-ins full of Impalas with the doors slid back). I'd roll that combination today.
