We had planned on taking a trip to the Ouachita Mountains of Oklahoma this weekend. We were 30 minutes from out destination when we hit a deer at about 65 mph.
We're fine.
The man on the motorcycle directly behind us got sprayed quite a bit. All the other motorcycles behind him were fine. They all stopped to help.
The radiator was punctured and leaked out onto the road. Our phone didn't work but a really nice couple lent us theirs. We called 911 and they said they'd send someone out. An hour later, we called highway patrol and again they claimed someone had already been dispatched. An hour after that we gave up and called a wrecker. He took an hour to get us and then another hour to get to nearby city.
The last rental car at the repair shop was rented. The rental car places all closed at noon. They couldn't fix my truck until Tuesday. We were going to stay in a hotel until Monday when we could get a rental, but my dad and mom offered and drove 4 hours to get us and then 4 hours back home.
Thanks to my dad and mom for driving 8 hours just to pick us up so we wouldn't have to spend Sunday alone and car-less in a strange town all day.
Thanks to the kind people who spent three hours of their day with us just to make sure that if we needed a phone or a ride, we'd have one.
Thanks to the Postal Service worker who drove all the way into town to get wrecker numbers and then all the way back to us to give them to us.
Thanks to the wrecker driver who gave up visiting his grandchildren to drive one hour each way to pick us up.
Thanks to the owner of the wrecker service who gave us a ride into town and his phone number in case we needed anything, and again for coming out at 9pm to open the gate and let us empty out my truck.
And no thanks at all to the Oklahoma Highway Patrol who claimed, on two separate occasions, that an officer had been dispatched, yet, after 3 hours of waiting, no one arrived.
