While drag racing this summer in my '65 Belvedere, just as I crossed the finish line at 110 mph, a bird flew across the strip and I thought I nailed him. Back in the pits, a quick look revealing nothing and no damage. Guess he got away.
Later when I got home I did notice the grill was slightly depressed, the clear coat was cracked and I started to see a few feathers. Looks like I pretty much creamed
him.
Akron Don Gallimore