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About 10 years ago, I hit a deer with my Porsche 944 Turbo, at about 80 mph, in central Oregon. I saw it bound once in the other lane and then my rearview mirror and Escort blew past my head in a shower of glass as it took out the windshield. It wiped out most of the front end (except for the plastic nose); severely flat spotted the fronts; and filled up the drivers seat. The cop said, after I told him my speed, "Good thing. If you'd been doing 55 mph, we probably wouldn't be having this conversation!" He had investigated numerous fatalities in past years where folks were obeying the speed limit and hit deer. Most were sports cars with low, sloping front ends. My speed sent it over the top instead of coming inside. I tried, but couldn't get him to buy off on OKing 80+ for future trips.
Bob Mc
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