Now that you've read the title, let's back up for a second.
If you can cope with my tweets, you may remember that back in late August I cut through Canada on my way to Jackman, Maine. I ran into the nicest border agent ever, and he warned me to look out for moose. There were signs and flashing lights, that said Moose!
I got to where I was going, and had an amazing weekend.
But I left out one key detail.
I hit a bear.
Whaaaat? Ben hit a bear? But, what? How? Why didn't you tell me?
Well, first, it's none of your business. Maybe you should have asked me what was new, and I would have told you.
Anyway, earlier this year I decided to invest in a dashcam, because why not, right?
Here is the incident. (in low-res, because I didn't feel like waiting for the full HD to process)
Fortunately, the bear was small, rolled over a few times, and scampered off.
As you can see, he literally darted directly at me from the dark abyss that is Maine at night. As much as I love my reflexes, by the time I realized what was happening, it had already happened.
Thankfully, I had purchased the exterior regeneration package, so in a little over a month, the front end was good as new!
Alright. Glad we got this settled.
Tune in at some indeterminate point in the future for more random tidbits about my life.
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