From yesterday's Daily Mail:
The first pictures have emerged of James Argent's wrecked and blood-splattered car after it ploughed into a deer on a Scottish road...
The 23-year-old says he was left badly shaken but uninjured. Arg was traveling in a black Kia with his manager Neil Dobias and their female driver after the star sang at Dundee University on Friday night. They were on their way to the airport to fly back to London when their car collided with the deer on the A90 about 5.30am.
The animal was knocked into the air before being hit by another car travelling in the opposite direction. Arg said he and the others looked for the deer afterwards and could not see it anywhere but he believes it would have died from its injuries.
Pictures show the left side of the vehicle's bumper - close to where Arg was sitting in the passenger seat - smashed, exposing the car's battery. The left headlight is missing and tufts of the deer's fur is stuck to the blood.
Ironically enough, my wife skidded off the road yesterday and demolished somebody's front wall, the front of her car looks a bit like that as well. Even more ironically, when my wife knocked on the door to explain, provide insurance details etc, the lady who lived there said that this was the second time in a week that a car had demolished her front wall and the third time in as many years. Her house is at the bottom of a hill on the wrong side of an adverse camber, you see.
By the same token, my wife interprets a 30 mph speed limit to mean that you should drive at 30 mph if at all possible and regardless of conditions or iciness, and that at this speed, nothing bad will ever happen and if it does. it's not your fault, it's the fault of the council for not imposing a lower limit.
What have we wrought in the UK?
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9 comments:
At least I don't do blog comments soliciting divorce.
Your wife doesn't read your blog obviously Mark. :)
D, S, I like a good car-v-animal story, so how I could I resist a celebrity-v-animal story? And having gone that far, it only seemed appropriate to bore you all with a minor event from my dull but otherwise pleasant life.
How about some Wild Boar stories? I have no expperience of running down and then eating one of these creatures. Though we did have some "wild boar pate" recently. Or was it "wild boar sausages"? Anyway, whichever it was, I do recall its being pretty good.
Talking of bad camber, we had a holiday years ago in rural Tuscany and were mighty impressed by how beaautifully the roads through the hills were engineered. The naughty thought occurred: was it Musso?
I am sorry, just what is wrong with what your wife thinks about speed limits....?
D, Italian roads and bridges are amazingly beautiful, the more mountainous the countryside the better they are. Even their factories and warehouses are beautiful, I guess it's an Italian thing, if it's worth doing, we might as well make it look nice.
L, as far as safety goes, sometimes it's best to drive a lot slower than the actual speed limit, and sometimes it would be perfectly safe to drive a lot faster.
Lola/Mark
Waiting for the day when someone will sue the local council for imposing a speed limit that is too high. (Or has that already happened?)
My missus hit a deer just last week on a darkened country rod near Conroe, Texas - doing about 40mph when the animal decided to bolt out of the woods and vault the over the car.
Fortunately, the missus saw what was about to happen, hit the brakes and the unfortunate ungulate collided with the front offside wing (crumpling it nicely and breaking the lights on that side).
Funny thing is, I would never have expected to find deer in the wild in Texas, let alone just 15 miles from metropolitan Houston.
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