Posted by Granny Girl
Last summer I drove with my sister and two cousins from
Arlington, Texas to Branson, Missouri.
We took my Toyota Yaris because of the fuel economy (and because I have
control issues about driving). Fortunately, we’re all small. The tallest one is probably five feet
two. We managed to get most of the
luggage in the tiny trunk space, with a couple of odd pieces ending up in the
back floorboard. A Yaris doesn’t have a
hump in the floor so that gives us more room.
On the way, we were travelling down a winding Arkansas
highway in the dark when we saw police car lights up ahead. I steered into the left lane and slowed down
a little to avoid any mishaps when suddenly I saw a deer carcass in my
lane. The policeman had stopped to help
the driver that had just killed a deer!
It was too risky to swerve at that speed so I went straight over it. Just imagine a small car with four screaming
ladies in it going over a dead deer.
Thump. Thump.
We immediately started smelling a bad odor. At a gas station up ahead we stopped to
assess the damage. Some Arkansans
sitting outside the station said the smell was probably from forest fires
nearby. We checked under the car and
didn’t see anything, so we headed on down the road.
The next day the smell was still hovering around my
car. I looked under the car, and there
was a big blob of deer carcass in the middle of the front axle, hanging down all glistening and gross!
More smell was coming from all the singed deer hair that was splattered on
the back hatch. Ewwww! We took it to the car wash and blasted the
hanging blob with high pressure water, but it stayed. At least it quit stinking.
The rest of the trip was fun. My parents live in Branson, so we stayed with
them and had a great visit. We shopped,
saw shows, ate out and just had a blast!
Here's my mom and two cousins posing in the $1 million bathrooms in Shoji Tabuchi's theater.
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