"Wrecked the God Damn Ferrari!"

So you drive nearly 3,000 miles across the country with 2 other people and all three of us having never driven an RV before. You have dealt with insane crosswinds in Texas, horrendous thunder and lightning storms in New Mexico and Washington, DC. You've also dealt with an extreme lack of sleep. And somehow you've made it out the other side unscathed. A miracle some might say. But then you park your RV in a secure lot next to the hotel with a curbed island and bushes separating you from the only road around, a 30mph road at that---------and somehow, someone manages to jump the curb and wildlife and smash into your rented RV. Are you kidding me?