You know it's bad when the guy at the body shop recognizes your voice over the phone…
This is accident #6 for my poor little car (to whom I apologized after grazing the guardrail this morning on the snowy roads).
1. Deer (I've hit one with every car I've ever owned)
2. I rear-ended someone
3. Another deer, harder, with guts and all
4. Someone rear-ended me
5. Again, much harder (neck still hurts from that one)
It's no wonder he recognizes my voice… heck, I've put his kid through college.
But, on the bright side (and in my world, there's always a bright side)… better the guardrail than a) another car, or b) over the hill.