It was a dark and foggy night. I just got in my car to go home from my sister-in-law's house. Two stop signs away, there was an open field where the high powered electrical lines ran through the neighborhood; the fog seemed thicker than pea soup on a frozen lake there. From that second stop sign, it couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 houses to reach the field but I managed to get the car up to a cool 30 mph.
Out of the corner of my eye, a flash of white fur comes dashing out of the field on the right. As it passed in front of me I thought a large long haired labrador retriever was running loose and was racing around the neighborhood unleashed. Before I could get my foot on the brake, the flash of fur was in front of the driver's side of the car. It brought new meaning to the term deer in the headlights. With a solid thud, a temporary loss of light from the left headlamp we screamed, "Oh my God, what was that!?"
I hit the brakes and looked to the left to catch a glimpse of a deer stumbling to the left side of the road and sit down. "We hit a deer," I told Diana. Reversed the Smart about 6 feet and whipped the headlights around to shine on the deer. It was sitting on the grass by the gate that leads into the field of power lines. Slowly and cautiously I got out of the car to check for damage. One last look at the deer and I turned my back on him to look at the car. In the darkness I could see no denting of any kind and no scratches either.
I looked at the deer and he gave me the "What the heck? I've just been hit by a giant tomato." I thought I should go check on the deer but with it being a wild animal and all, I could see this ending like a stupid stunt video on You Tube. I took two slow steps toward the deer and he got up and ran away like a 20 year old from a serious relationship.
I got up the next day to inspect the car, took a photo to document the accident. Looks like the 1800 pound Smart held its own against a 500 pound deer.