I was headed home from skool in Cedar at about 2 o'clock on the afternoon of Monday, September the 29th. The day was a beautiful one. I drove along with the top down admiring the fall foliage. For once in my life I was not speeding, for I was enjoying the spender of the glorious fall day. All of a sudden an image of a running deer popped into the corner of my right eye. I instinctively turned my head and slammed on my breaks at the same time. POOOOOOOOOW!! SMMACKKK! THUMP!!!! The deer made a direct hit on the bumper of the mighty stallion. it then flew up in the air and was attempting to take a seat in my lap, but was blocked by the windshield, and was knocked to the road. I, being the obsessive hunter, looked in my rear view mirror at the deer laying in the middle of the road and the first thing I looked for was whether or not it was a doe or a buck. (are you serious? yes I am, that it the 1st thing I looked for.) It was clearly a doe. I pulled over and inspected the damage of the mustang, and to be honest there was less damage than I expected. I ran back and drug the deer off the road. Then I got in my car and for the first time I swore, and you do NOT wanna know what words came outta my mouth. The stallion was still drive able and I drove home with a broken heart, and hoped that I didn't pass anyone I knew, which is impossible living in Panguitch.
The next journey for the Mustang is to head down to Circleville to Joe Dalton to get repaired. Go with God mustang, and blessed be thy journey!
