I-70 Eastbound, Spiceland, Indiana
And I feel bad. I didn’t feel one ounce of remorse when I hit those two bastard deer in California in April. Maybe because they cost $5,300 in damages.
But the turtle, I thought he was an asphalt spot on the edge of the pavement – despite the amount of road construction underway right now, America’s roads are in terrible shape – I was zipping along in Missouri at 62 miles an hour.
I realized the asphalt moved, it was kind of brown, I was close enough to see the guy’s head. He was five
seconds from crossing the white line into the shoulder and freedom. SPLAT!
I got him head on. Rest in peace!