Yep, a crash. After dropping my brother off at the airport for a 6:00am flight, I decided to drive my 1965 impala SS directly into the business end of a deer. What makes matters even worse is the fact that I had just finished up the final touches on my car, including  new paint, and yes, new disc brakes (which probably would have come in handy if the aforementioned deer didn't materialize out of thin air).  The best part, 1965 impala front fenders aren't reproduced, and finding a set in good condition for less than the cost of a small house is quite the miracle. So, here we are. This is what happens when a muscle car meets a deer at 60 miles an hour.