I ran over the local cops dog with my hot rod Model A. The stupid fat dog ran out in front of me and I couldn't stop in time. The cop's kids were in the yard and saw the whole thing. I felt real bad but there was nothing I could do. This was back around 1966. More recently I bounced off a deer while driving a Geo Metro. I slid down the road upside down with the windshield busted out, the top flattened and broken glass and gravel sand blasting my face. I slid into the ditch and the car rolled back up on it's tires. I drove the car home looking through about a 4" space where the windshield used to be. Ok, sorry, a Geo Metro is not exactly a hot rod.