Not really anything to do with Spyders, and definitely more'n a coupla months ago, but when I saw your '
Hit a fox...' title Peter, I immediately recalled the occasion my wife hit a fox while driving our Ford EB Wagon back in the days we used to regularly drive half way across Oz!

Maybe you too now have some appreciation of what happened to us?? :dontknow:
You might even know these roads - We were doing an over-night run, heading across the Snowy Mountains Hwy from Cooma then onto the Murray Valley Hwy, across the top of Victoria, & eventually on into Adelaide... & there was a rabbit plague!! :shocked: We swapped drivers every couple of hours, and whenever the Child Bride was driving, she kept trying to avoid all the freakin' rabbits!! :cus: That made for a very uncomfortable ride, darting & dodging every second or so trying to avoid all these things! After trying to sleep thru the gyrations for about 30 mins, I finally cracked & told her she hadta toughen up "
There's millions of them, just run over the bloody things or we'll never survive the trip!!" Sooo, she started trying to avoid her involuntary reaction, and actually did run over a couple.... of hundred!

She was just getting a little used to doing this & accepting the need to simply maintain her line & hit a coupla thousand of the bloody feral bunnies we were gonna meet on the road during this trip, when a dirty great dog fox jumped out at one of the buggas on the road just in front of us, only to be transfixed by the spotlights & freeze solid in the beam.... :shocked: The Child Bride actually did a great job, recalled the brief, didn't flinch at all, maintained her composure, stood on, and absobloominlutely creamed that fox!

pps:
She did such a great job of spreading it all over the underside of the car that it was almost immediately
very obvious that we now had fox guts wrapped around the exhaust pipe from headers to tailpipe & everywhere else under the car too!! :banghead: It wasn't even worth stopping, there was clearly no damage to the vehicle & just as clearly there was
NO WAY we'd be able to clean the very spread out fox off the underside of the car or the strings of now rapidly cooking fox guts off the tailshaft & exhaust without some high pressure steam & a hoist!! :gaah: And as if the smell of a live & randy dog fox isn't bad enough, over the next 10 hours or so of driving, the increasing stench of very used & baking fox only got worse!! :yikes:
By the time we made it into Adelaide, everyone in the car was green, nauseous, and very close to retching continuously because of the stink of baked on fox guts mixed with the partially digested rabbit that the fox had obviously been feasting on for days before it's untimely end!! It was
BAAAD!!
REAALLY BAAAD!! :barf: And it
DID take a coupla hours & liberal applications of elbow grease & high pressure steam to chip & pry & blast all the baked on remnants off the underside of the car, especially the long ropes of cooked intestines that'd been wrapped around & baked onto all the hot bits!! Still took a couple of months to finally get rid of all the smell whenever the car got hot tho....

Well, I think the smell had all gone by then, but we really couldn't risk it or stand it any more so we just sold the bloody car!
So while I really do sympathise with your plight, waiting for parts to get your Spyder back & do some ryding, I'm not all that sure I appreciate the memories your thread title brought back - I can
STILL smell that bloody fox whenever I think about it!! :gaah: :banghead:
Hope you get back on the road soon - and avoid those bloody foxes! :cheers: