This reminded me of the fall of 1973. I had just graduated from University and was all packed and ready to head off to my first real job, and leave childhood behind. To celebrate, I decided to go for one last drive through the back roads of North Dakota's Turtle Mountains. In those days they were gravel, empty and hugged the terrain. If you drove fast enough you could get the thrill of the roller coaster without the price of admission. At one point in my drive, I was enjoying the elevator-like, stomach-dropping thrill of a series of short but steep hillocks. Then, on about the third crest, I saw this huge sow at the base of the hill. She had just about enough time to look up when sow and SAAB became one. After the dust cleared, I got out of the car to check on the damage. The sow, which was about the size and shape of my car, got up, shook her head and wandered off into the woods. My car, however, did not fare so well. From the passenger side headlight to rear wheel well I had a sow sized crater in the side of my new "real job" transportation. Later, I ignominiously arrived to start my "adult career" in my parents car.