My Saturn L300

[RaefWolfe]

In a few short weeks my "powder blue piece of shirt (cough)", my "tank", my "Star Slut Enterprise: The Destroyer of Deer" will be gone in favor of my new Fiesta. Name undetermined of course.

In the meantime I found some pictures of it on my external HD I had to take for a digital photography project.

Photostory for Digital Photgraphy | Facebook



I'll miss her! Follow the link above for the photostory I had to do for class. It contains a few more.


Anyway some fun background about the car's nicknames:

The 'powder blue piece of shirt' is pretty obvious. It's a powder blue Saturn L300. Not exactly a high-end model car, and it's got its fair share of problems. I do love it, though. So it's more a term of endearment than anything.

Tank, well...that's related to the last story.

Star Slut Enterprise? I'm a nerd girl who hangs out with a lot of guys. People draw their own conclusions about me Mostly I laugh.

Destroyer of Deer? Well...don't read on if you have a weak gut On the NYS thruway at very early in the morning (3am I think?) a friend was driving my car because I was too exhausted to do so. He had it cruising at about 70 or 75. Suddenly the car swerves a bit and I jostle almost-awake. I see him look in the rearview mirror and say 'Welp, that was a deer'. I shrug it off - he avoided a deer on the thruway. No big deal.

He asks me how I clean my windshield. I turn the defogger on for him. He says no, the sprayer. More awake and a little annoyed, I yank the lever that makes the windshield clean...and watch guts smear all across my windshield, dragged by wipers. OK, so we did NOT miss the deer.

We pull off to the side. At this point I am freaking out because holy poop we killed a deer and I am miserable. My friend gets out of the front and another one gets out of the back (4 of us in the car total). The guys examine my car for damages and find little to none. One wanders off a bit and looks at one of the posts by the side of the road, then comes back. We spritz the wiper blades more and set off on our way. The friend who wandered then tells me that there was a Bible sitting on that post where we'd pulled off. I'm not religious at all but it freaked me out even more. God clearly disapproved of my animal slaughtering

We pull through the thruway exit. The guy's face at the booth went from (does not care about anything at 3AM) to (WTF IS THAT). We pull up and the guy takes our money and goes "So what'd you hit?". Friend comments "a baby deer" (don't know how much of a baby it was, but it was mid summer). Guy says "its brains are all over your hood." I am almost dying at this point I am so sad about it. He hassles us about where the body was - apparently half of the deer went flying over and off to the right of the car, and the other half we drove over. We told him around five miles back or so. As we drive off one of the guys in the back said "You know...when he asked what we hit...you should have looked him dead in the eye and gone WE DIDN'T HIT SH-T!"

We get back to my apartment and the 3 guys take a bunch of paper towels and fill a bucket with water to wash off my hood as best they can before the next day so I can take it to a car wash. I lived in a crap section of town, but even my neighbors wouldn't like a bloodstained car sitting out in the hot sun. (It had a lot of flies hanging around it in the morning regardless). Apparently while the guys were cleaning it and I drank some cold water, two (very gangstery) gentlemen walked by spewing words nobody could understand. They didn't say a -thing- about the bloody car or the people nonchalantly cleaning it up. I didn't live in a safe neighborhood...

So the next day I go look and while my hood was (mostly) clean there was a giant smear along the back right hand side of my car that nobody saw the night prior. I'm actually very sad I never took pictures. My car was quite the sight. Anyway, beyond a dent in my plate and a tiny crack in the grill you'd have never had a clue we hit anything after it got a washing. There was fur stuck in the cracked grill for two years though. Craziness.



Anyway I am looking forward to my new Fiesta but thought I'd share a few pics and the most memorable story I have of my Saturn. It's a shame I won't have her for a few more years, but I hope to make more memories with the Fiesta.

Feel free to share stories about cars that your Fiesta replaced I'm curious as to what others had.

[Norm201]

Originally Posted by RaefWolfe

In a few short weeks my "powder blue piece of shirt (cough)", my "tank", my "Star Slut Enterprise: The Destroyer of Deer" will be gone in favor of my new Fiesta. Name undetermined of course.

In the meantime I found some pictures of it on my external HD I had to take for a digital photography project.

Photostory for Digital Photgraphy | Facebook



I'll miss her! Follow the link above for the photostory I had to do for class. It contains a few more.


Anyway some fun background about the car's nicknames:

The 'powder blue piece of shirt' is pretty obvious. It's a powder blue Saturn L300. Not exactly a high-end model car, and it's got its fair share of problems. I do love it, though. So it's more a term of endearment than anything.

Tank, well...that's related to the last story.

Star Slut Enterprise? I'm a nerd girl who hangs out with a lot of guys. People draw their own conclusions about me Mostly I laugh.

Destroyer of Deer? Well...don't read on if you have a weak gut On the NYS thruway at very early in the morning (3am I think?) a friend was driving my car because I was too exhausted to do so. He had it cruising at about 70 or 75. Suddenly the car swerves a bit and I jostle almost-awake. I see him look in the rearview mirror and say 'Welp, that was a deer'. I shrug it off - he avoided a deer on the thruway. No big deal.

He asks me how I clean my windshield. I turn the defogger on for him. He says no, the sprayer. More awake and a little annoyed, I yank the lever that makes the windshield clean...and watch guts smear all across my windshield, dragged by wipers. OK, so we did NOT miss the deer.

We pull off to the side. At this point I am freaking out because holy poop we killed a deer and I am miserable. My friend gets out of the front and another one gets out of the back (4 of us in the car total). The guys examine my car for damages and find little to none. One wanders off a bit and looks at one of the posts by the side of the road, then comes back. We spritz the wiper blades more and set off on our way. The friend who wandered then tells me that there was a Bible sitting on that post where we'd pulled off. I'm not religious at all but it freaked me out even more. God clearly disapproved of my animal slaughtering

We pull through the thruway exit. The guy's face at the booth went from (does not care about anything at 3AM) to (WTF IS THAT). We pull up and the guy takes our money and goes "So what'd you hit?". Friend comments "a baby deer" (don't know how much of a baby it was, but it was mid summer). Guy says "its brains are all over your hood." I am almost dying at this point I am so sad about it. He hassles us about where the body was - apparently half of the deer went flying over and off to the right of the car, and the other half we drove over. We told him around five miles back or so. As we drive off one of the guys in the back said "You know...when he asked what we hit...you should have looked him dead in the eye and gone WE DIDN'T HIT SH-T!"

We get back to my apartment and the 3 guys take a bunch of paper towels and fill a bucket with water to wash off my hood as best they can before the next day so I can take it to a car wash. I lived in a crap section of town, but even my neighbors wouldn't like a bloodstained car sitting out in the hot sun. (It had a lot of flies hanging around it in the morning regardless). Apparently while the guys were cleaning it and I drank some cold water, two (very gangstery) gentlemen walked by spewing words nobody could understand. They didn't say a -thing- about the bloody car or the people nonchalantly cleaning it up. I didn't live in a safe neighborhood...

So the next day I go look and while my hood was (mostly) clean there was a giant smear along the back right hand side of my car that nobody saw the night prior. I'm actually very sad I never took pictures. My car was quite the sight. Anyway, beyond a dent in my plate and a tiny crack in the grill you'd have never had a clue we hit anything after it got a washing. There was fur stuck in the cracked grill for two years though. Craziness.

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I love this story!

[billnchristy]

What a tough little brick.

[RaefWolfe]

Originally Posted by Norm201

I love this story!

Haha, yeah, it's more fun to tell in person. I'm told I'm a pretty good storyteller. I'm also Italian so I talk with my hands (and body) a lot so it's much more entertaining to watch