After an evening of games and the usual "hanging out", Derek, Jacob, Nathan, Sierra and Allyn all loaded up in our teenager car so that Derek could taxi them home. This takes about 45 minutes because they all live in the rural suburbs of Rexburg (Hibbard, Burton, Lymon, Egin). All of these small town country roads are surrounded by fields and cows.
On the dark, empty road on the way to Jacob's house they were cruising along just fine and suddenly a cow ran across the road. Luckily, (for the kids and car, not the cow) Derek swerved just hard enough to stay on the road and miss the body of the cow. However, the driver side door, mirror and window still smacked the poor milker in the face and neck. As Derek explains it, that 10 seconds seemed to run in slow motion with everyone screaming and leaning to one side, the car swerving with gravel flying, big bulging cow eyes staring at him in the driver's window and a massive tongue smearing across his door window.
While the car full of terrified kids sat at the edge of the road trying to catch their breath and stop shaking, the dazed cow ran off. We were so grateful that the only damage consisted of a busted mirror, a dented squeaking door and a gross slobber mark across the window instead of any injuries to the kids.
A few days later Derek walked out of the school to find the car covered in dry erase cow spots and warnings of "beware of cow" and "caution: cows" and "eat more chicken" written on the windows.
Now it's referred to not as the Malibu or Teen Car but the Cow Car.
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