A Dead Snake Can Ruin Your Day

Last Tuesday (July 15, 2025), my Pards, Kevin Moloney, and I were coming back from a day at The River where, as Kevin put it, we were committing crafts… like Arts and Crafts without the schtick (hopefully).

We were hungry so we took a detour to Golden, Colorado to have lunch at Xicamiti La Taqueria Bistro, which I highly recommend. I digress…

I was going about 28 miles an hour when all of a sudden I heard a buda, buda, buda, buda sound coming from the left back wheel.

“Sounds like I ripped a sidewall on the tire,” I said to Kevin.

I turned right on the first street I came to, drove up about 40-yards and parked. We got out and looked at all the tires. They were good. I got on my belly and looked under the car. All good. Huh?

We got back in the car and I pulled away from the curb slowly and to my surprise, no buda, buda, buda.

I turned right on the next street, went to the end and turned right, went to the bottom of that street and turned right again to follow our initial route to the restaurant.

We passed the street where I originally turned to inspect the car and Kevin said, “Oh. It was a snake.”

“No way”

“Yeah!”

We made a right turn at the next street and went back to take a look. Sure enough. I ran over a snake. Or the snake struck my left rear wheel and got stuck in the wheel of my car and therefore the buda, buda, buda sound. Can you imagine the look of folks’ faces as I drove by with a huge snake flapping against my car?

I walked up to the snake from its tail. No rattles and no head. Its head was later discovered by the technician who rotated my tires yesterday. I felt horrible that I killed a Bull snake. Poor thing.

I leave you with the headless snake.