I once saw a deer hit by a semi at interstate speeds. It pretty much exploded.
I saw similar. The deer got wrapped around the a rear wheel, pretty much shredded.
Well, I was working nights, got up around Noon, went to work and worked all night, and left for home at around 8 AM the following morning.
I drove all day and all night, arriving home around 6 AM the next morning, immediately washing my car, and then jumping back in it and driving on a date up to New Hampshire, and around 1 AM the following morning, fell asleep at the wheel and went off the highway into the median driving the girl home from that day at the beach. I had been awake by my account around 61 hours, and I couldn't let a minute of leave from the Navy go to waste. I was young and stupid. I could have killed or maimed that girl I took on that date, not to mention myself or some other innocent driver.
I have never done anything like that again.
But, I had three funny things happen on my way home from Florida on that long sleep deprived night...as I got through New York and was going up the Merritt and Wilbur Cross Parkway, it was pouring rain, probably maybe 2 or 3 AM, and I had the windshield wipers going double-time but it wasn't helping. Somewhere south of New York, I had taken No-Doze tablets, something I had never done before, and I wasn't even a coffee drinker, and as I went through New York City, I was swerving, dodging in and out of traffic in my little yellow MG Midget, giving people the finger, shouting swears out the window...I was completely overdosing on caffeine in a body totally unused to caffeine! (I had taken more than 'just two' of those damn things)
Anyway, in Connecticut they wore off and I bonked completely. As I drove down the deserted Merritt and Wilbur Cross Parkway, peering with blurry eyes trying to stay awake through an even blurrier water drenched windshield, I was going uphill on a long stretch, and suddenly...there was a tree across the road, all the way from one side to another! I blinked, then slammed on my brakes, my car skidding sideways and hydroplaning until I stopped in the middle of the highway.
As my eyes adjusted, I realized it was not a tree in the road, but an overpass that was coming into view as I climbed uphill on the long stretch of that highway. My heart was hammering, and I didn't have any problem staying awake after that.
But in relation to the subject of this thread:
A few hours later, just as the sky was turning light, again, nobody on the Mass Turnpike heading East, I was less than an hour from home, when suddenly, I found my car driving through a swath of gore on the highway.
Bright red blood and chunks of meat and bone everywhere. I was through it before I could even touch my brakes. It was unreal. As if someone had hit a cow or something. It was even too big to have been a deer. The carnage covered the entire expanse of three lanes, side to side.
I was so sleep deprived, it was like an apparition.
I work with a guy that was on the receiving end of a deer that was hit by a semi. It splattered his car with such a force that the deer chum blew out his driver side windows and covered the inside of the car and him with minced deer sludge. He was on his way to work and not what you would call a happy camper.
Were they able to retrieve any cargo?
I always felt sorry for the trucker driver who hit one like that. What a mess to have to clean up off the front of your truck.
Meanwhile, the deer still doesn't know what happened.
Yup. Pink mist.
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