Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Yesterday morning I was headed out the door around 4 in the morning, making it as far as exit 135 on I-80 near Colfax and Weimar by 5, which is when Starbucks opens. Resuming my progress eastbound with the coffee & croissant now acquired, I noticed the blood on the highway, along with the bits of fur and flesh. The chunks of flesh got bigger and the blood got thicker as I started to think “uh oh, I think this might be really bad” and there it was — a deer’s ass headed right between my front wheels. There wasn’t any time to do anything at all.
Actually, I was working on a project some twenty years ago and one of the guys who joined up with our crew fairly late, sometime in ’94 I think, just a couple years ago I read that he lost his life right around here. Probably within a mile or two of that spot. His exit from this world came about, according to the news report, because he swerved too sharply to avoid hitting something.
So I hoped for the best, as I felt the deer’s ass — just the ass, with a couple hooves sticking out of it — lift the car off the freeway and then, mercifully, the car settled back down again. After an additional 350 miles, no detectable damage to the gas tank or oil pan, so I think we are good. Last night as I finally drifted off to sleep, I was starting to ponder all the different ways that could’ve gone wrong. What if that was the head, with antlers attached, instead of the ass? Uff da. Scary.
And really, really disgusting. That had to be an eighteen-wheeler. Just five minutes earlier, maybe less.
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You dodged a bullet, and that’s a Good Thing. A buddy o’ mine wasn’t so lucky and took out a deer on I-5 in the dead o’ night while astride his Beemer RS-750. He lived to tell the tale, but the RS was TOAST.
It’s best to be in a cage when these thangs happen.
- bpenni | 11/14/2012 @ 16:28Yeah, I’m inclined to think the eighteen-wheeler might have absorbed some damage that would be worth some $$ on or about the radiator grill, or its cover, or the bumper or something. Could be wrong.
Really gross. There were intestines & stuff.
- mkfreeberg | 11/14/2012 @ 16:42Had the opportunity to wipe out a deer at 60 miles and hour with an empty 84-passenger school bus once. The tow driver ralphed in the ditch when he saw the mess all over the grill and windshield.
Bus was down for a week, then back on the road, almost good as new.
- Nate | 11/14/2012 @ 18:42Oh man, that must have been one hell of a cleanup job. One for the “So you thought YOUR day at work sucked” files.
- mkfreeberg | 11/14/2012 @ 18:47Gruesome. Glad you’re OK, Morg.
For years I’ve joked that lions don’t need to actually hunt deer – they could just tie a flashlight to their forehead and run in a straight line through the woods, and the deer would fling themselves into their path.
My only deer close call came when I was driving down a two-lane county road in the old Blazer. (This was before GM decided to offer itself to Moloch, with our money as the sacrifice.) A deer kamikaze’d my passenger side; astonishingly, an examination revealed nothing more than a small dent behind the wheel. I think the poor thing must have done a header into the wheel itself. Probably knocked the alignment off some, but nothing that wasn’t correctable.
- nightfly | 11/15/2012 @ 09:11[…] So says the Nightfly, seeking to comfort Morgan after a close call. (And who but Morgan would title a post “The Deer’s Ass,” anyway?) […]
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