We killed a deer. With our car.
So last night we dropped in to see Jordan’s parents on our way back from Jordan’s marathon in San Antonio. We left a little later than we planned and it was dark by the time we got on 71. We had been driving about 5 minutes when a deer jumped in front of our car.
And stood right there until I crashed into him.
I braked and managed to decelerate quite a bit, but we were still going 40 mph or so. Jordan said I did the right thing, and I knew she was right. Lots of people each year roll their SUVs trying to avoid hitting a deer. The best thing to do is to hit the deer and save yourselves.
There was a convenience station very near the accident, so we just pulled in there to survey the damage. Inside the car, it smelled smoky, like an airbag had deployed. But neither of our two front airbags actually deployed, so that was weird.
We parked and surveyed the damage.
So we called Jordan’s folks, who were about to go back home to Victoria. They had two cars, so they let us use one. Then we called Triple-A, because Jordan’s a member and they will tow your car 100 miles for free.
Triple-A was terrible. They couldn’t find a wrecker for an hour and a half. I finally decided we would leave and have a body shop in Houston pick up the car Monday (towing after damage is included in your auto claim). But right when I decided that, they called again and said they had located a wrecker. And it would only take 45 minutes. “Don’t you guys have an hour guarantee?” Jordan asked.
The best part? The AAA operator insisted on calling the local sheriff’s office. To file an official report. For hitting a deer. They even patched us in. So we had the sheriff come out. Who blocked us in so the wrecker couldn’t get the car hooked up until after the sheriff was done writing his report.
And then I couldn’t find my insurance, so he decided to write me a ticket for no insurance. “I hate Triple-A,” I said. “They take forever to get a wrecker, and they insist on calling a sheriff so that I can get a ticket in Westpoint, Texas for having no insurance.” I made the sheriff laugh. I was a bit happier when I looked again and found my insurance.
So then we drove the rest of the way home with the wrecker following us to Goodson Honda West, where we left the car.
Jordan and I are okay, and so is Hank (he was riding in the back). The car has fewer than 6,000 miles. Seems like old times. Life is a thrill.
So we called Jordan’s folks, who were about to go back home to Victoria. They had two cars, so they let us use one. Then we called Triple-A, because Jordan’s a member and they will tow your car 100 miles for free.
Triple-A was terrible. They couldn’t find a wrecker for an hour and a half. I finally decided we would leave and have a body shop in Houston pick up the car Monday (towing after damage is included in your auto claim). But right when I decided that, they called again and said they had located a wrecker. And it would only take 45 minutes. “Don’t you guys have an hour guarantee?” Jordan asked.
The best part? The AAA operator insisted on calling the local sheriff’s office. To file an official report. For hitting a deer. They even patched us in. So we had the sheriff come out. Who blocked us in so the wrecker couldn’t get the car hooked up until after the sheriff was done writing his report.
And then I couldn’t find my insurance, so he decided to write me a ticket for no insurance. “I hate Triple-A,” I said. “They take forever to get a wrecker, and they insist on calling a sheriff so that I can get a ticket in Westpoint, Texas for having no insurance.” I made the sheriff laugh. I was a bit happier when I looked again and found my insurance.
So then we drove the rest of the way home with the wrecker following us to Goodson Honda West, where we left the car.
Jordan and I are okay, and so is Hank (he was riding in the back). The car has fewer than 6,000 miles. Seems like old times. Life is a thrill.