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My first year of college was in 86 and I was still dating a girl who was a senior at another school. Her parents were super strict and never let this girl leave home without knowing where she was going and when I'd have her back. Her dad was Mr. Big Threatening Biker Wannabe (he had a Harley. Ooooh, tough guy, right?) and he tried to intimidate me constantly into not soiling his daughter.

For her senior prom, we were "allowed" to go to the dance for about three hours. No dinner beforehand and no hanky hanky after... just be home by 11. But my girl was apparently as eager to get away from their supervision as I was.

She suggests blowing off the last two hours of the dance to drive out to my house 45 minutes away because my parents were out of town and finally I'm realizing that I'm gonna get to bang her.

My 19 year old brain thinks, "sure, a half hour is plenty of time." :laughing:

But I also think, in my Mach 1, I'm going to add twenty minutes of fooling around time by hauling ass and cutting ten minutes out of each trip.

We leave the dance, I'm doing 90 to get to my little town, and I'm two miles from my house. I'm now doing the speed limit (35 mph) through a small residential part of my town before I can put my foot back into the Mustang's carb and start flying again.

I see movement out of my left eye. It happened so fast, I didn't even have time to turn my head. I shifted my eyes to see to my left and a white tail buck puts his head down and runs full blast out of a yard and crashes his entire rack into my driver's side fender and door. Motherfucker!

When my parents got home, my mom questioned me about this dubious cause of the damage for quite a while until I took her outside and showed her all the deer hair stuck into the chipped paint.

That fucker took off my remote control mirror too. I always hoped I would read about some hunter in Trumbull County, Ohio having a derpy looking, cross eyed deer head mounted on his wall with a brown side view mirror stuck in its antlers. :homer:
 
When I was 16, I was loaned my sisters Saturn (tan, not green:flipoff2:) while she lived on campus and didn't need it. I'm driving to school on a backroad at 55-60, deer comes flying out of the ditch and runs right into the driver's door. Fucker bounced right off and kept running, I didn't even stop. Couple miles down the road I hear this big thump. Im 99% sure that sound was the plastic door door popping back into shape :laughing:
 
My first year of college was in 86 and I was still dating a girl who was a senior at another school. Her parents were super strict and never let this girl leave home without knowing where she was going and when I'd have her back. Her dad was Mr. Big Threatening Biker Wannabe (he had a Harley. Ooooh, tough guy, right?) and he tried to intimidate me constantly into not soiling his daughter.

For her senior prom, we were "allowed" to go to the dance for about three hours. No dinner beforehand and no hanky hanky after... just be home by 11. But my girl was apparently as eager to get away from their supervision as I was.

She suggests blowing off the last two hours of the dance to drive out to my house 45 minutes away because my parents were out of town and finally I'm realizing that I'm gonna get to bang her.

My 19 year old brain thinks, "sure, a half hour is plenty of time." :laughing:

But I also think, in my Mach 1, I'm going to add twenty minutes of fooling around time by hauling ass and cutting ten minutes out of each trip.

We leave the dance, I'm doing 90 to get to my little town, and I'm two miles from my house. I'm now doing the speed limit (35 mph) through a small residential part of my town before I can put my foot back into the Mustang's carb and start flying again.

I see movement out of my left eye. It happened so fast, I didn't even have time to turn my head. I shifted my eyes to see to my left and a white tail buck puts his head down and runs full blast out of a yard and crashes his entire rack into my driver's side fender and door. Motherfucker!

When my parents got home, my mom questioned me about this dubious cause of the damage for quite a while until I took her outside and showed her all the deer hair stuck into the chipped paint.

That fucker took off my remote control mirror too. I always hoped I would read about some hunter in Trumbull County, Ohio having a derpy looking, cross eyed deer head mounted on his wall with a brown side view mirror stuck in its antlers. :homer:
Did you get laid?
 
So far I've only hit one deer. Luckily i still had the plow on the truck at the time. Saw its head pop up out of the ditch and thud, Broke all 4 legs about 8" off the ground and turned most of its internals to jello.

My wife on the other hand has had 3 deer hit her. My favorite was her sitting at a stop sign at a 4 way and thud, doe runs right into the passenger side rear door. She's also good for a coyote every now and then, and atleast 2-3 birds a year.
 
This thread is a good one for the story about the dodge from hell. Ill put it up when i get home.
 
My uncle traded in his truck the night before he moved down here, picked it up that morning, hooked his trailer up and headed here. He gets within 1/4 mile of the new house and has a deer coming running towards the road from the woods. He comes to a complete stop. Deer turns without ever losing any speed and runs itself right into his driver's side door killing itself while he's at a standstill. Had to get a new door at 650 miles.
This happened to my brother in a mini. Pre ordered it, waited did all the mini launch hype things for my sister in law. 3 months later a deer runs into the side of the giant door.
 
The best one I heard of was an old boss of mine bought and brand new late 70’s Firebird Formula and he got t-boned leaving the dealership minutes after taking delivery
 
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Unfortunately i cant find any pictures of this turd after its many accidents but if you want to talk about a lightning rod for exciting new damage buddy this truck was it. The carfax should have had some clues for me but it ran awesome and looked super clean for what it was and was a good deal. Had had one "minor" accident when fairly new and an engine replaced (thought warranty but again this will be along later in the tales.) then several succesive owners. More on that in a moment.

I bought it in fairly nice shape and had it for about 6 weeks when a deer ran into the side of it. Stuck its head all the way through the fiberglass dually fender and got stuck. When i hit the brakes it came flying out and rolled all down the side of it fucking it all up.

Body shop puts it back together. Looks great again. Going to go the movies about 2 or so weeks later. A tree fall on to it while i am driving the mother fucker down the road. Busts the roof and windshield and hood all up before dragging one bedside. Body shop replaces the roof and a pillar and all the various other bits. Shiny and new again.

About a month later i am on my way home from work and some lady backs into it in the parking lot. Nice new crease in its 2nd shiny new bumper since i got it 4 months ago.

Now about that "minor accident". Starts having weird electrical issues (not that weird its a dodge). Take it to my buddy who takes the dash out of it.... And out pours river silt. Like from just under the windshield river silt. Turns out that minor accident that somehow didnt total it when new was the original owner drunk driving it into a lake where it auditioned to be a submarine:laughing:. Was too new to total (like i think was a three month old truck according to the report.) so they fished it out and fixed it. That new engine? Turns out a cummins doesnt like water up to the intake:homer:.

Needless to say it went away from my life soon after.
 
Now about that "minor accident". Starts having weird electrical issues (not that weird its a dodge). Take it to my buddy who takes the dash out of it.... And out pours river silt. Like from just under the windshield river silt. Turns out that minor accident that somehow didnt total it when new was the original owner drunk driving it into a lake where it auditioned to be a submarine:laughing:.
JR4X owned it.
 
Yall need a squarebody! only deer I've ever hit was in the 88 crewcab. ran right in front of me at 60 mph, didn't hit the brakes, it bent the bottom of the bumper a little and went under the truck completely. didn't have to fix anything.
i have my 89 and totalgirlfrieds family has a 89 k5 thats very nice, stock condition, so when a burb showed up at a local yard i bought the entire front clip incase so one get bit.


i Did scoop a decently home fabbed front bumper for my crewcab.
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In-laws totaled their newish expedition a few weeks back when my FIL hit a big hog going 60.

I’ve hit a few deer, but the deer here are like large dogs vs. other areas I have lived.
 
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Ive hit some where between 11-15 with the bumper including 3 seperate deer miles apart in 1 26mile drive in a snow "strorm" going about 30mph.

I dont have any pics left of the dodge but it had a ruenell winch bumper(no upper/brush gaurd) and it got 2 deer and totaled a honda, grand total damage, $40, and i got the $40 back from the owner of the honda.

How much did they pay you to drive around with that fugly thing bolted on?
Who the fuck even designed that, a meth smoking inbred?
 
How much did they pay you to drive around with that fugly thing bolted on?
Who the fuck even designed that, a meth smoking inbred?
there's a guy driving around here with one at least that big bolted onto a little kia sedan

of course the front end is all smashed in anyways, so I treat it as a joke and give him a thumbs up every time
 
How much did they pay you to drive around with that fugly thing bolted on?
Who the fuck even designed that, a meth smoking inbred?
Insurance companies normally will outright pay for those bumpers since it saves them in deer costs down the road. New lights are stupid expensive.
 
My first year of college was in 86 and I was still dating a girl who was a senior at another school. Her parents were super strict and never let this girl leave home without knowing where she was going and when I'd have her back. Her dad was Mr. Big Threatening Biker Wannabe (he had a Harley. Ooooh, tough guy, right?) and he tried to intimidate me constantly into not soiling his daughter.

For her senior prom, we were "allowed" to go to the dance for about three hours. No dinner beforehand and no hanky hanky after... just be home by 11. But my girl was apparently as eager to get away from their supervision as I was.

She suggests blowing off the last two hours of the dance to drive out to my house 45 minutes away because my parents were out of town and finally I'm realizing that I'm gonna get to bang her.

My 19 year old brain thinks, "sure, a half hour is plenty of time." :laughing:

But I also think, in my Mach 1, I'm going to add twenty minutes of fooling around time by hauling ass and cutting ten minutes out of each trip.

We leave the dance, I'm doing 90 to get to my little town, and I'm two miles from my house. I'm now doing the speed limit (35 mph) through a small residential part of my town before I can put my foot back into the Mustang's carb and start flying again.

I see movement out of my left eye. It happened so fast, I didn't even have time to turn my head. I shifted my eyes to see to my left and a white tail buck puts his head down and runs full blast out of a yard and crashes his entire rack into my driver's side fender and door. Motherfucker!

When my parents got home, my mom questioned me about this dubious cause of the damage for quite a while until I took her outside and showed her all the deer hair stuck into the chipped paint.

That fucker took off my remote control mirror too. I always hoped I would read about some hunter in Trumbull County, Ohio having a derpy looking, cross eyed deer head mounted on his wall with a brown side view mirror stuck in its antlers. :homer:
Still a virgin? :flipoff2:
 
That's the sign telling you to stop buying VW garbage. :flipoff2:

Other than those two instances... We have been very pleased with them. (knock on wood) Everyone here seems to hate the shit outtah em but we'll continue to buy at this point.
I don't understand the hate for them. We bought one for the wife; AWD for $25k, 6 yr, 70k warranty. It's not overpowered, but it's also not underpowered. It's the first vehicle I would look at if I were looking for a new mid-size SUV.
 
How much did they pay you to drive around with that fugly thing bolted on?
Who the fuck even designed that, a meth smoking inbred?
I just explained in the jew bastard thread about trying to buy a reunell.

Decent looking sd bumpers are hard to find that have uppers andal actualy fit. That was $300 and off a 2016.

Why do you think it was so cheap?
 
Picked up a nice 2019 Tacoma last night
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And 12-1/2 hours later on the way to work this morning
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I found the fastest deer in the area
I have ARB bumpers on just about everything i own except the wife's new Raptor for this very reason... hit 7 deer with our grand cherokee and 2 with my old honda.
 
When I was a teenager I was driving through town on my way home out in the countryside in a heavily wooded area. Fella pulls out of the Ford dealership in a brand new F150 headed the same direction as me. About 5 minutes out of town he is driving down a 2 lane highway at about 45 mph when a large bull moose pops out of the woods and starts pacing beside the truck, then lower's it's head and body slams into the side of the F150. It's antler went through the passenger side front door window and it's flank caved the door in. The driver of the F150 slammed on the brakes, which snagged the moose by the antler and whipped it up onto the hood and the other antler went through the windsheild on the passenger side which shattered the windsheild and caved the hood in. The moose then flew off the hood onto the ground and then the truck ran into it shattering the front clip. Well, old bullwinkle was pretty pissed off, so he got back up then proceeded to attack the truck and caved in a bunch more sheet metal before running off back into the woods.

Dude was in absolute shock and was panicked that he was going to lose his job becuase it was a brand new company truck and the company would fire people over scratches in the paint, forget totalling a brand new truck with under 50 miles on it. I told him I'd back him up about what happened and gave him my home number (in the days before cell phones) and carried on my merry way happy the moose picked him instead of me!
 
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