My brandy new Hybrid (i was being sooo environmentally sound) was 46 hours old, when a coyote ran out of the woods on NYS Thruway and pushed the front of the car into the engine. 3 and 1/2 months later the new radiator was installed. So even fekking wildlife is intoxicated, not only brick walls.
Christina, A coyote did that level of damage? I expect it with deer, but coyotes seem squishier -- and smaller. Deer are a menace upstate. They often collided with the pick-up trucks my family drove to work. One of my uncles referred to it as "committing suicide". One morning, two deer committed suicide against his truck coming down HIghmount. I guess they were depressed. Those Catskills winters are tough unless you ski.
Ma semblable, ma soeur! I gave up driving eight years ago. The cognitive deficits of Multiple Sclerosis just made driving over curbs and into other vehicles something we could no longer endure. I yearn for teleportation even though Science tells us fat chance. You have my sympathy, especially about the driving refresher courses.
My brandy new Hybrid (i was being sooo environmentally sound) was 46 hours old, when a coyote ran out of the woods on NYS Thruway and pushed the front of the car into the engine. 3 and 1/2 months later the new radiator was installed. So even fekking wildlife is intoxicated, not only brick walls.
Christina, A coyote did that level of damage? I expect it with deer, but coyotes seem squishier -- and smaller. Deer are a menace upstate. They often collided with the pick-up trucks my family drove to work. One of my uncles referred to it as "committing suicide". One morning, two deer committed suicide against his truck coming down HIghmount. I guess they were depressed. Those Catskills winters are tough unless you ski.
Brilliant.
Ma semblable, ma soeur! I gave up driving eight years ago. The cognitive deficits of Multiple Sclerosis just made driving over curbs and into other vehicles something we could no longer endure. I yearn for teleportation even though Science tells us fat chance. You have my sympathy, especially about the driving refresher courses.
Merci, Therry! You look perfectly fine in that snazzy yellow outfit. Perhaps we could make curb-skimming a sport.
"Now, I find out, they are sacks of simmering aggression."
"Sack of simmering aggression" is a perfect description of my ex-husband!
Condolences. And happy birthday, Roz!