VCuomo

Man, sorry 'bout your day! There's always tomorrow...

I can relate to your squirrel story - back in the early- to mid-eighties I owned a 1982 Mazda RX7 (up until I bought the Z it was the best car I ever owned). Not too long after I bought it, I left work late, so it was dark out - just the street lights giving some (but not much) light. I'm just gunning it and shifting into 3rd when something in front and to my right caught my eye - it was a cat that decided to try and run across the road at exactly the wrong time! I realized that my only hope of not hitting the cat was if either the cat decided to quickly stop and turn back, or if I slammed on the brakes as hard as I could - which even then probably didn't guarantee that I'd miss the cat, but would guarantee that I'd probably lose control of the car (and who knows what would happen then). So, I decided to let evolution take its course - I let off of the gas, but didn't slam on the brakes. I heard that cat's head hit the undercarriage of my RX7 at least 3 times. As I drove on I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the cat still standing but now walking (instead of running) across the road - I'm guessing it had one hell of a headache the rest of that night!