Most bizarre object hit...
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Following on from a thread in the Griff section, my unfortunate incident with a pheasant and my Griff in the New Forest (Griff 1, Pheasant 0)and an old story of a friend hitting a poor stray dog while on holiday in France - and then having to find a local vet - and pay the vet fees!! - what's the strangest thing that has hit or been hit by you in your pride and joy?
Sorry - I know its not particularly PC or vegetarian.
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Sorry - I know its not particularly PC or vegetarian.
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A bird or small mammal the size of a clenched fist. I know as the creature punched that size hole through a two layer stone guard and through an ally rad after the impact had removed the front spoiler and grill. I ended up backwards about 90 meters into a cornfield.
The 520 was doing around 120 at the time at Goodwood on the Madgewick end of the Levant straight (according to the data logger)... We never did find the front bits of the bodywork!
The 520 was doing around 120 at the time at Goodwood on the Madgewick end of the Levant straight (according to the data logger)... We never did find the front bits of the bodywork!
My pride and joy at the time of the incident was my 1958 Prototype S2 Land Rover.
The object I hit was a lake (or Loch, as it was Scotland) at about 20mph - needless to say it sank like a brick.
I was sued by the Forestry Commission for oil pollution in the Loch - £790 - that was ten years ago.
Threee days later I returned to Scotland with tow-truck and winch to remove the vehicle which was totally submerged.
It actually did 75mph top speed instead of 65mph after re-lubing it all.
Tony
>> Edited by noodles 4.2 on Saturday 21st December 11:11
The object I hit was a lake (or Loch, as it was Scotland) at about 20mph - needless to say it sank like a brick.
I was sued by the Forestry Commission for oil pollution in the Loch - £790 - that was ten years ago.
Threee days later I returned to Scotland with tow-truck and winch to remove the vehicle which was totally submerged.
It actually did 75mph top speed instead of 65mph after re-lubing it all.
Tony
>> Edited by noodles 4.2 on Saturday 21st December 11:11
Hit a boat once shortly after loosing control of an old villiers zip cart.
That was fun..
Story looses it a bit when I admit it was parked at the side of a large football sized field that I was hairing round.. Still, having learnt to drive in this beastie when I was about 14, usually on short wet grass and with a hideous power to weight ratio its turning out to have been good practice for me now I've finally bought a TVR.
That was fun..
Story looses it a bit when I admit it was parked at the side of a large football sized field that I was hairing round.. Still, having learnt to drive in this beastie when I was about 14, usually on short wet grass and with a hideous power to weight ratio its turning out to have been good practice for me now I've finally bought a TVR.
Had the pheasant thing on the Chimaera a few days before BTaP on my way to a job interview. Took the nearside indicator out, complete with grill. Kindly left its head and neck i the wing for me to find whilst surveying for damage :yuk:
I remember a suicidal rabbit in Richmond Park bouncing gently off the floor pan of a mates Audi 80 at about 50mph. Seemed to hiy 3 or 4 times before exitting from the rear.
Merry Solstice.
Bob
I remember a suicidal rabbit in Richmond Park bouncing gently off the floor pan of a mates Audi 80 at about 50mph. Seemed to hiy 3 or 4 times before exitting from the rear.
Merry Solstice.
Bob
I think I've done this one before:
Managed to pick up an existing piece of roadkill with my Chimaera - a baby deer. I only saw it lying in the road at the last minute and tried to drive straight over it.
500 yards down the road I pulled into a petrol station and peered under the rear of the car to see an eye staring back: it's leg had got caught in the exhaust mounting and I'd been dragging it along.
There then ensued a surreal Fawlty Towers-esque interaction with the no-hoper behind the counter:
Me: Have you got a broom, pole, long stick or something I could borrow.
No-hoper: Eh?
Me: Oh, and a refuse sack or similar.
No-hoper: Why?
Me: You don't really want to know.
No-hoper: Mumble, mumble .... about to end shift ... mumble, mumble ....
Me: Well, if you really want to know, I've got a baby deer stuck under my car and I'd like to get rid of it.
Eventually, suitably tooled up, I extricated the venison and tried not to look too suspicious disposing of a black bin liner dripping in blood in the skip round the back. I continued my journey with no damage (thankfully), leaving a pool of blood on the forecourt.
Oh, and the car impressed the Nova full of yoofs that pulled in until they saw what I pulled out from under it
Many years ago I was quite badly beaten up by the local heavies, one of whom donned a motorbike crash helmet & proceeded to head butt me several times whilst his mates held me down!
Not one to forgive in a hurry,@ one year later while sitting in my car at a junction the ringleader (minus helmet this time) walked along the pavement wanting to cross the road. I politely waved him across the road, & as he got about half way, floored it!!
He went over the bonnet,roof & boot & landed in a heap behind the car. At this point I suggested he move before I did the job properly & backed over him as well!!!
Definately the funniest thing Ive ever run over!
Nick
Not one to forgive in a hurry,@ one year later while sitting in my car at a junction the ringleader (minus helmet this time) walked along the pavement wanting to cross the road. I politely waved him across the road, & as he got about half way, floored it!!
He went over the bonnet,roof & boot & landed in a heap behind the car. At this point I suggested he move before I did the job properly & backed over him as well!!!
Definately the funniest thing Ive ever run over!
Nick
Driving home one dark night I saw a small shape in the road - to small to identify and too close to take any avoiding action. As I went past I glanced into he mirror and was sure I saw something sailing up in a graceful arc, over the hedge and into a nearby field. Still no idea what it was, until the next morning I inspected the rear offside tyre and found - a few broken hedgehog spines stick out of the rubber... I must have just clipped the beastie, the spines went into the rubber, then as the tyre turned it was lifted up until centrifugal force fired him in the aforementioned parabola. I hope he survived, albeit in a crumpled heap in the field wondering 'WTF was that????'
Never actually hit them , but....
was driving along a wee twisty road in the Highlands a few years back. Came around a corner to find a sheep in the middle of the road. Braked/ avoided it. 100yds further, rounded a bend to find a deer in the middle of the road. Braked/ avoided it. 100yds further, rounded another bend to find a peacock (!?) in the middle of the road. Braked/ avoided it. Considered pulling over and stopping for fear of what was round the next corner.
Very surreal experience.
was driving along a wee twisty road in the Highlands a few years back. Came around a corner to find a sheep in the middle of the road. Braked/ avoided it. 100yds further, rounded a bend to find a deer in the middle of the road. Braked/ avoided it. 100yds further, rounded another bend to find a peacock (!?) in the middle of the road. Braked/ avoided it. Considered pulling over and stopping for fear of what was round the next corner.
Very surreal experience.
I could populate a small zoo with the wildlife I've hit over the years. I once hit a badger at about 80 mph in a Rover 2200, ripped the bell housing off the engine!
In the eighties I managed to sideswipe a Roe Deer with a Land Rover one night as it jumped into the road. I stopped and backed up to find it out cold in the middle of the road. I wasn't sure how badly hurt it was, so I decided to take it home for my mother to look at, as she has some vetinary skills as a horse trainer. I tried to enlist the help of a passing motorist, who did his best by holding the rear door open for me. Poor sod was in a Dinner Jacket, his wife in a Ballgown, and had just been flagged down by a blood covered loon in a dented Land Rover at two in the morning. Anyway, got home, deer was still breathing, so I went up to my parents bedroom and woke my mother and told her what had happened, and could she come down to the garage to "deal with the poor animal". She got her wires crossed, and my father appeared with a carving knife! Not what I intended.
We put it in a spare stable, and the vet came the next day. Turns out that it was only concussed, but was now blind in one eye as I had managed to remove one with the wheel arch of the Land Rover. It was pregnant too (the deer, not the Land Rover). We kept it for about a week until it was recovered, and released it into our woodland at the back of the house.
The most painful furry thing I hit occurred when I was riding a bike down the A1 past Haddington during the harvest. A grain lorry had spilled some of it's load on the road and attracted the attentions of a huge flock of sparrows. All I saw was a brown fuzzy shape in the road until I was about twent metres from them, then they took off in fright. I was doing about 70 mph and it felt like I was being hit by a thousand cricket balls. When I got home, my chest and arms were one big bruise. Lucky they weren't seagulls!
In the eighties I managed to sideswipe a Roe Deer with a Land Rover one night as it jumped into the road. I stopped and backed up to find it out cold in the middle of the road. I wasn't sure how badly hurt it was, so I decided to take it home for my mother to look at, as she has some vetinary skills as a horse trainer. I tried to enlist the help of a passing motorist, who did his best by holding the rear door open for me. Poor sod was in a Dinner Jacket, his wife in a Ballgown, and had just been flagged down by a blood covered loon in a dented Land Rover at two in the morning. Anyway, got home, deer was still breathing, so I went up to my parents bedroom and woke my mother and told her what had happened, and could she come down to the garage to "deal with the poor animal". She got her wires crossed, and my father appeared with a carving knife! Not what I intended.
We put it in a spare stable, and the vet came the next day. Turns out that it was only concussed, but was now blind in one eye as I had managed to remove one with the wheel arch of the Land Rover. It was pregnant too (the deer, not the Land Rover). We kept it for about a week until it was recovered, and released it into our woodland at the back of the house.
The most painful furry thing I hit occurred when I was riding a bike down the A1 past Haddington during the harvest. A grain lorry had spilled some of it's load on the road and attracted the attentions of a huge flock of sparrows. All I saw was a brown fuzzy shape in the road until I was about twent metres from them, then they took off in fright. I was doing about 70 mph and it felt like I was being hit by a thousand cricket balls. When I got home, my chest and arms were one big bruise. Lucky they weren't seagulls!
and that reminds me. friend of mine hit a cow once in his 205. the poor thing was hit from behind, landed on the bonnet and windscreen, then off rolling down the road when my mate stopped.
we went and had a look at his car - there were 2 studs from the cam cover poking up through holes in the bonnet skin - with bits of cow hair on them
i guess he was lucky to tell the tale.
we went and had a look at his car - there were 2 studs from the cam cover poking up through holes in the bonnet skin - with bits of cow hair on them
i guess he was lucky to tell the tale.
Sounds like you know him, thats exactly the sort of thing he would have said..
Easily done I guess. I once put a 900 turbo into a ditch avoiding a rabbit. Just saw these flasing eyes at night and the reaction was to hit the brakes. Wasn't going that fast, but with a dip in a road full of nice wet leaves the back end went all slidey on me..
Wouldn't have been so bad if I'd managed to avoid it, but I ended up having to remove rabbit innards from the reamins of my offside spotlight..
Right, signing off for a few days now.. Merry Crimbo one and all..
Easily done I guess. I once put a 900 turbo into a ditch avoiding a rabbit. Just saw these flasing eyes at night and the reaction was to hit the brakes. Wasn't going that fast, but with a dip in a road full of nice wet leaves the back end went all slidey on me..
Wouldn't have been so bad if I'd managed to avoid it, but I ended up having to remove rabbit innards from the reamins of my offside spotlight..
Right, signing off for a few days now.. Merry Crimbo one and all..
Had a deer wreck a fiesta van once hit on the passengers side then totaled the a pillar and came to rest on the passengers seat ...while the van and me came to rest in a field as the impact forced the van to change direction a bit i was quite lucky as the bugger had antlers very scarey
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