Comments on: Move Over, Swine Flu? America in Grips of Deer-Collision Epidemic http://www.ridelust.com/america-in-grips-of-deer-collision-epidemic/ - Motion + Mobility Fri, 10 Feb 2012 01:25:03 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Terry Parkhurst http://www.ridelust.com/america-in-grips-of-deer-collision-epidemic/#comment-12576 Terry Parkhurst Mon, 28 Sep 2009 21:38:09 +0000 http://www.ridelust.com/?p=31923#comment-12576 Reportedly, in Sweden and American's state of Maine, there are so many collisions between automobiles and moose (no plural), that SAAB conducted - or did last heard from - a test between their cars and a faux moose. SAAB wanted to ensure crush zones sufficient for the survival of the human occupants of its cars - at the very least. Considering the damage that can be done - fatalities on both sides of the equation - it is no wonder such research takes place. In other places around the states - northeastern Washington state comes to mind - you can round a corner and find yourself looking straight into the eyes of a deer. That happened to me once, on my way between Winthrop and Twisp, Washington, on my way to work at a small newspaper in the latter town. Fortunately, I wasn't going particularly fast and the car I was driving - a '72 Volvo sedan - had four-wheel disc brakes; that did their job, when I did mine. That deer looked at me a bit, and then ambled off. Would that all interchanges between deer, moose and automobiles driven by we humans were so benign. Reportedly, in Sweden and American’s state of Maine, there are so many collisions between automobiles and moose (no plural), that SAAB conducted – or did last heard from – a test between their cars and a faux moose. SAAB wanted to ensure crush zones sufficient for the survival of the human occupants of its cars – at the very least.

Considering the damage that can be done – fatalities on both sides of the equation – it is no wonder such research takes place.

In other places around the states – northeastern Washington state comes to mind – you can round a corner and find yourself looking straight into the eyes of a deer.

That happened to me once, on my way between Winthrop and Twisp, Washington, on my way to work at a small newspaper in the latter town. Fortunately, I wasn’t going particularly fast and the car I was driving – a ’72 Volvo sedan – had four-wheel disc brakes; that did their job, when I did mine.

That deer looked at me a bit, and then ambled off.

Would that all interchanges between deer, moose and automobiles driven by we humans were so benign.

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