A couple of years ago (when he reached the magic age of self-reliant mobility), I passed down my trusty old GMC pickup to the boy. He was 16 and the truck was just 10, so we all agreed it was a pretty good fit. He was really proud of it too; spending his own money to buy shiny new wheels, custom lights, fancy stereo equipment and what-not. This morning as he was coming home from a parts-store run for me, he had an unfortunate run-in with Kamikaze Deer that was obviously all cranked up on green road-side grass. The encounter was tough on all concerned
