The House speaker, Paul Ryan, recently lamented how his personal SUV parked back in his Wisconsin hometown had been “eaten by animals.”
He said woodchucks chewed the wiring out from his Chevrolet Suburban. “And so my car was eaten by animals, and it’s just dead,” he said, according to a story in argumentative essay boxer rebellion.
Well, Mr. Speaker, you ain’t got nothin’ on AMR’s Richard Rodriguez who has his own tales (tails?) of woe involving critters and cars.
Fasten your safety belt and read Rich’s stories:
Being born in raised in the Bronx, I had little opportunity for encounters with wildlife.
My wife and I moved out to rural Sussex County, N.J., and it was culture shock.
It was pitch black dark at night, and so quiet I couldn’t sleep. I missed being lulled to sleep by Cross Bronx Expressway traffic.
Over the years we have had numerous encounters with animals and our vehicles.
On a snowy evening, I was following my wife driving home when a deer ran out in front of her car and she hit the brakes but she slid and hit it.
The deer slammed down on the hood and bounced off onto the roadway. I pulled over and checked on the deer and it was alive but surely had broken legs.
I had no idea what to do.
A truck pulled up behind us and a guy got out and said he could take care of this.
I thought he had a knife and would be able to put this poor animal out of its misery.
Then he went back to his truck and came back with a small sledge hammer and to our horror he proceeded to beat the poor animal’s head in.
Unfortunately, the first hit did not do the job and he continued to slam the hammer down until I finally heard the skull give way and the deer was finally done.
I then helped him pick up and throw it to the side of the road.
We were in shock as to what we just participated in, pristine clean white snow now marred with blood and brains.
Welcome to Sussex County.
This was just the beginning of our vehicle encounters with animals.
My wife proceeded to hit a number of deer in the years to follow, including a scary high-speed encounter on the way to work one morning.
The front of the van was smashed but only the top of the radiator cracked and she was able to drive back home. It was close to being totaled but the insurance company fixed it.
This van became the Red Baron of the road. I should have placed stamps on the side to represent all of its kills over the years.
I hit a deer with it, or actually the deer ran into me, almost came through the driver’s side window.
I also ran over a poor cat with all the kids in the van as I brought them home from daycare. Nice job, Dad. Now I was known as the cat-killer to my kids.
Last year the car I used for commuting to work started smelling like a small animal nest.
I checked under the hood by the air intake, and inside the car where the air comes through the vents. Nothing there but some leaves and debris.
Not a good sign.
I hoped a mouse was not using my car as a nest.
The nest smell turned into the smell of death and decay and I was still unable to locate the culprit.
I used car fresheners that I attached to all the vents and it only masked the smell as the underlying stench still came through.
No one wanted to drive in my car with me.
I started to use my truck to avoid dealing with the dead animal smell.
I wondered how long it would take for it to decompose to nothing so it would stop stinking up my vehicle.
Winter came and I think whatever was in there froze and provided some olfactory relief.
I am now happy to report that after almost a year I am able to drive around without death in the air.
Glad I did not have to set the car on fire.