Tuesday, October 9th, I was heading out. I was off on the 8th and had really enjoyed a 3-day weekend. I left home at 5:40 as usual. Drove the 1 1/2 miles of gravel road to reach Marine City Highway. Pulled out, drove about 1 mile, got up to 60 mph and BAM! Got me a buck.
I didn't want a buck. Not this kind of buck. Venison isn't one of my favorite foods and hunting isn't one of my usual hobbies. Using a SuperDuty isn't recommended, either.
From what I understand, only the engine is still in the original space. Everything else was either squished, busted, or simply relocated. Now, the waiting game. How much? The $500 deductible is my responsibility.
We will see.
I told the body shop man that I want my Blue Oval. That was pretty much where the grille made contact with the broad side of the buck. Mr. Buck was in mid-leap when I got him. Lucky for the car going in the opposite direction he didn't get it since his car was way smaller.
So, I did get another day off. Drove Steve to the airport then home for the rest of the day.