Son of a biche(*)
(*) ' biche ' is the french word for doe Oh deer 🦌 I didn't see that one coming. Literally. The poor thing, a roe deer actually, just teleported in front of my nose. There was no time to react. There was no impact for us either. I've had scarier encounters with birds in the windscreen; except there was no damage. After a busy day getting the car back from MH7 who had to replace a faulty oxygen sensor (an upgraded wideband one that was behaving very erratically) followed by the afternoon at House of Speed for the inauguration of the large showroom and new workshop 🥰, we hopped to Luxembourg to check how the engine management was going. It was perfect, the car is silky smooth and very gnarly at the same time, thanks again to MH7 for the time spent pinpointing that intermittent issue. And having my car ready for the trip to the Vosges area and Black Forest from May 1st to 4th. So, we were cruising back home with the boot full of liquor, Easter chocolates and a pai...