When I was little, the family took a trip through West Virginia. Dad was doing probably 60-70 at night on a two lane road. Mom complains that he should slow down. Dad says it's not problem I grew up here. WHUMP!!!!! Something carroms off the windshield. My brother and I turned around to see a Bat flop onto the road behind us. Oops. Dad Slowed down.
Around my area is a neat strip called Bailey Road. it's darn fun to drive, windy and ends in a long downhill you can get some nice speed on. One day near dusk, I'm cruising down the hill at my usual (excessive) speed. Suddenly from the brush ahead of me on the right side, a few birds take off right across the road. The last one hits my hood, and smacks off of it into the windshield leaving feathers all over.
A few weeks later, I'm crusing down the same strip again, this time in the middle of the day. I get near the bottom of the hill, and a cute little squirrel runs out into the road. I swerve to try and miss him. This was not too be. I feel the thump and see something flying past my passenger window at high speed. Took a while to wash the remains off.
My personal favorite was 2 skunks in one night! Not for the smell, though....yuck. Driving home from dinner with the then girlfriend, up an empty stretch of divided road. I think I see somthing moving off to the side a ways up, but ignore it for the time being. Sure enough, as I get closer, this skunk takes off from the median for the far side of the road. There's about zero chance I'm going to miss him, so I just hold it straight and hope he doesn't break anything on my car. A crunchy/splat sound happens, and there's #1. It smells a couple of minutes later, which of course isn't so nice. 15 minutes later, I turn up the road to our apartment. I start rolling and see a skunk trying to cross the road. My car already stinks, so I think, "What the Hell..." and step on it.
Alas, I merely got his tail somehow (it was in the street the next day). But the story isn't over yet. Skunk hightails it (he he) for a hiding place to lick his wounds. We drive the block or so home and park and go in.
Later than night, I'm trotting down the stairs to my apartment and happen to look down in the street to see a skunk crawl under my car. I pause to watch where he's going. A car is coming up the road, so he's waiting under my car to play chicken with this guy too. Of course, he waits waaayyyy to long, and runs out right under the front passenger side tire. Splat!!!!
I sort of giggle and go to call animal control, again. They can't come till the morning as they are busy (probably getting the other skunk). Next morning I go down to inspect what's up. Skunks, like most mammals, have a hole in their posterior. This can be problematic when a good deal of their insides are pushed out of them, and you car is right behind the posterior of said skunk. Through the night several other folks had driven over the now mostly flat critter, adding to the mess on the side of my car.
Three washes and a couple of foams later, my car still smelled. On the bright side no one parked next to me at work [:)]
I've since moved onto a new car and haven't yet gotten any roadkill with the new one.