And Cory got a new (to him) car last week. Sunday he went to visit friends in Illinois. He'd barely left their house to drive home, and he hit a deer. He's driven my van for ages and never hit a deer or anything else (except that poor mailbox, but we'll not talk about that now) and he just barely gets his own car, and some deer decides to commit suicide by standing in the road. It figures!
Cory is OK. There's nothing he could have done - just a random incident involving nighttime, a car coming the opposite direction, and a deer that decided to cross the road at right that time. He flipped his brights back on and there it was - no time to do anything but brake, but not enough time to stop enough to miss it. It's just a bit frustrating to have his pretty car all crumpled up - right after he got it. Thankfully we've got a friend who fixes things like this, and he's going to get her all pretty again. And, most importantly - Cory did not get hurt!