. . . driving in Folsom yesterday.  I’d just done the front brakes on the Jetta, and immediately tested them with a panic stop as I was making a left turn from one 6 lane divided highway to another not half a mile from my house.

Some idiot blowing the stoplight?  No.

A oblivious cell phone driver merging into my lane?  No.

A kid chasing a ball?  No.

A mule deer running straight at my car in the middle of this developed suburb at midday?  Yes.

It got so close I checked the front bumper for fur when I got home.   We have turkeys, but we do not have deer.  At least until yesterday.  Crazy.

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