So early in the morning of April 27, I had a run-in with a deer on Interstate 84 in Pennsylvania. When I was crawling around on the inside of the roof, I wasn't so much worried about what it or I looked like. But here, after some repairs (to me) and some towing (to the car), here's the deal:

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This is basically what we saw as we walked up. (Well, not my Dad.) It looked just a little different from the afternoon of April 26.

Hmmm... Roof bashed in... Windshield smashed... I'm not sure it's driveable.

The antenna's not gonna be picking up WLNG anytime soon, I guess. (Love that clump of dirt on the hood. Left over from the ditch in the shoulder?)

Point of egress...

How about that bent steering wheel? And the driver's seat, not pictured? (It broke and collapsed backward. Which might have helped.) This view convinced me, finally, that I had been knocked out. I'll leave it to you to figure out how...

Front-right corner, which is roughly where the deer hit me.

Barq's root beer was on sale at Wegman's that week. Had seven bottles in the car. Only one had a hole in it. Tossed 'em all, though. What a sad, sad waste.

Afraid I'm gonna have to ticket you for that broken headlight...

"Ma, stop taking my picture!" Still had the medical Krazy Glue under my mouth, hence the pseudo soul patch... Most of the swelling's gone. How 'bout that car, though?

Lots of people apparently have accidents in this part of Northeast Pennsylvania.

What's missing from this car? No, besides the mirror and the tire. If you said the left-rear wheel... You're wrong. They threw it into the back.

Yeah, this wasn't fun.

Here's the day-of result. It's so ugly and bruisy, even the camera don't wanna focus. But I did get stitches...

Though just about everything else sucks, at least you get cool pix of your insides.

Buckle your seat belts, kids.