Little daughter is now at Birmingham Uni. She had tickets to see Ross Noble at the Hexagon Reading tonight (I was jealous!) so she got the train down, and I've just returned from taking her back.
Well I've been enjoying immensely the 3.2 Vectra which recently replaced the Omega, and I was trying for a record time for the round trip - which was going pretty well, I have to say.
So I'm haring down the A34 towards the M4, just coming up behind a lorry, and there is this goat-like creature standing right across the outside lane, looking at me. Suffice to say, I doubt he'll ever be looking at much else - I hit him pretty damn hard (90+mph)
I pulled over into a dark layby and damage didn't seem too bad - loose bumper, power steering fluid all gone, missing foglight etc - and did the rest of the journey at a more sedate 70 mph (still managing 3h 40m for a trip from home, to Reading centre, to Birmingham centre and back)
Just had a look at the car in the limited light outside my house - what a mess! Bits of fur stuck in crevices, wires and pipes hanging down underneath, and bent plastic and metal.
I suppose I really should count myself lucky in a number of ways - still here, damage not that serious and fully insured, airbag didn't go off - but why oh why do stupid animals just watch a pair of lights approaching them at speed instead of moving out of the way??