Between high school and the Navy, I hunted a lot of jackrabbits and developed the habit of swerving to hit them if it was just a little juke move. In a pickup, no problem and they were thick as flies in those days.
Fast forward four years, I brought a '76 TransAm home with my DD-214. It was four years old, but it was absolutely cherry. Back in those days, night cruising the rural areas and imbibing mass quantities of beer was a thing. Old habits die hard, and a guy can forget just how big jackrabbits can be in four years time.
I can still remember hearing the sound of the front air dam ripping loose and making the trip underneath the car. The sounds were kind of like it was all taking place in slow motion and that's the way I remember the event. *sigh*
I never did put a new front air dam on that car. Figured it was something that just wasn't going to last long.
