After spending all of yesterday exhausted from the previous night's activities and an early rise to hit the road, we hit Amarillo in the late afternoon famished and hoping to find a famed Texas steakhouse. We cruised the downtown area only to find it deserted and devoid of restaurants. Will, determined to find a steak, stopped to inquire on a nondescript street in the center of town. After a tall Texan directed him to "the best steakhouse in town," he hopped back in the driver seat, strapped in and began describing all the different ways he was going to destroy a steak.
Alas, it wasn't meant to be, at least for the time being, for as he pulled out, a Jeep Cherokee came barreling into the right lane, smashed the front of poor Moby, and stripped off his bumper and one of the headlights. As the oblivious driver wrapped up her cell phone conversation and pulled in front of us, we hopped out to assess the damage. Dutifully, I documented it so that our followers, as well as the insurance companies and law enforcement, could witness the destruction caused when one drives under the influence of cell phones.
Fortunately, Will and I emerged unhurt, and for that we are grateful.
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| In the immediate aftermath. |
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| We figured we were in the south, so this wouldn't be too out of place. |
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| Moby, minus his front teeth. |
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