I went on a company go-kart racing thingy once, and on the way home my boss had a "spirited drive" alongside a moter bike in his shine new 911. A fox tried to cross the M25 right in front of him! BOOM BOOM! He said he was doing about 145 when he hit the breaks and thinks he hit the fox somewhere around the 110-120 mark - we were in a car behind (way behind) but when we met him just before the dartford tunnel we discovered that one of the legs had come off and the fur had spontaniously caught fire upon impact! Oh yeah, and the whole thing was wedged inside the big air inlet at the front! (luckily he had the normally aspirated one so the intakes mostly for show) I pulled it out while he suported himself over the crash barrier and tried not to throw up.
We found the next day when he came in that the fox had hit so hard to had totaly buckled the spare wheel - it was lucky he hit the thing dead centre on the car, all he needed was some cosmetic repairs to the front and a new spare wheel, if it'd been slightly to the left or right could've lost both my company directors...actualy maybe it was un-lucky?!
