On the way up to Gore last year on Rt 8, a logging truck was coming the other way. As the truck comes nearer I see it hit a Big black bird which proceeded to land on the hood/windshield. Bird poo and blood was washed away with the wipers and wash pump as best I could. Pulled into the lot at Gore and as discreetly as possible used some snow to clean off the rest of the remains. Skiing was good.Holy crap, Harv, you were lucky. Tales of the road disasters:
1. On I-91 in VT, driving to Craftsbury many years ago. There was slushy wet snow on the road. Pickup truck goes by me, through a particularly huge puddle, and he splashed slush and stuff totally obscuring my windshield. When the wipers cleared, the guy was sideways in front of me.