For me, it was bicycles. Four pristine vehicles over about an eight-year period f***ed up by kids on bicycles running into the driver's side door. Always the driver's side door - never anyplace else on the car. Just plain weird.

Since I've been living in the country I've hit two deer, one doing major damage, but that's not unexpected when you drive 500 miles a week on two-lane blacktops at 60 mph. I've learned the trick of driving down the center of the road when possible to give yourself a little more room to see 'em comin'.

Bruce