I'm heading back from my Iowa/Illinois/Indiana trip with my stepdaughter and her friend. I cross the Tennessee/Alabama line and not more then 20 miles into 'Bama the goat goes one on one with a big burly nasty armadillo. It is about 10 at night and I got the cruise set at 80. I didn't see him until it was too late. POW! Dead center of the car. I feared the worst for the SAP front fascia extension. The impact felt like plowing over a tree stump. We stopped just south of Montgomery to gas up. I didn't want to walk around to the front of the car... When I finally did, all I found was a scuff on the paint on the bottom of the fascia, and some hair. RIP my little armored friend.