"Boston Blackie (You've got to be freakin' kidding me, HE'S the NRA?)"
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news:2007122817532216807-bblackie@mailcom...> On 2007-12-28 17:43:37 -0600, "Olin"
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>>>
>>
>> Yeah, a lot of trucks and cars wind up in the ditch, but there are so
>> many
>> fewer of them that it's acutally a calmer drive. What we went through was
>> drizzling rain at 75 mph to keep from getting run over, while having
>> visibility as little as an eighth of a mile in some places. Pretty tense,
>> actually.
>
> I was traveling South from N.C. a few years ago, and there was black ice
> on the road that got kicked up onto my windshield making it difficult to
> see. Bad enough but then the sun started lighting up the ooze and my
> wipers couldn't clear it. I just got nervous and put on my 4-way and
> slowly came to a stop. I stopped moving about 2 feed behind a stopped
> semi.
>
> To this day I wonder if that really happened that way, or if my family and
> I crashed into the back of that truck and this is all a dream.
>
It might all be a dream. If so, there were a bunch of us at the scene.
Had a similar experience trekking through Little Rock on a Texas trip some
years back. Wasn't black ice... rather built up snow that had been beaten
down, melted and re-frozen. It was pretty rough, and so afforded some
traction. Bunch of us are hauling along behind the snowplow (yeah, they have
one in Little Rock, though I really don't know why).
After watching thirty or forty cars pass him, I figured it was my turn.
Looked carefully, and when a big enough hole opened up, I made my move. I'm
almost even with the plow when HE decides it's time to plow on in another
lane and over he comes. Quick check of the available holes and made another
move to the right, with a shower of water, ice, slush and assorted road
grime just wailing down over my windshield. Traveled almost to the exit ramp
before he finally figured out somebody was trying to get around him, and on
we went without further incident... save for the breaking pine trees out in
the middle of nowhere along I-30.
What a weird trip.
On this trip, coming home, we saw that wreck east of Jackson, TN that killed
four ladies who lost control of their car, skidded across the median and met
an 18-wheeler coming the other way. That car looked like it had gone through
one of those car crushers.
Awful sight, even in the glare of emergency vehicle lighting.
