Worked at Kennecott Barney’s Canyon Gold mine years ago. My boss, who was from back East, fancied himself as Mario Andretti in a Ford Escort and with the downhill run, would drive like a bat out of hell going out of there. Coming around a bend one morning after night shift he hit an elk that not only busted the windshield, it turned that Escort into a convertible and bled out in the back seat. My boss dove for the floorboard at the last second or I’m sure he would have been killed.
