It Finally Happened

So, what had happened was....

No shit there I was, cruising along down southbound SH130 at zero fuck thirty about 30 miles from Seguin TX when fuckin Bambi decided he had a deathwish... wish granted my dude.

I lucked out. Surprisingly minimal damage to my Weiner Wagon. No blown tires, busted air hoses, headlights, nothin. Hell, I didn't feel him go under my wheels, so no mess to clean up either. I never did find him either. That little shit went clean under me after getting knocked around. No doubt he probably walked it off and dropped dead somewhere in the brush.

2 years and some change, largest thing I've hit on the road was a raccoon until this morning. Good times, good times.