Not to be dramatic or anything, but I almost died this weekend.
I was minding my own business, driving to work on 610 North Saturday morning. Traffic wasn't bad enough to slow me below the speed limit, but the roads were pretty full for a weekend. All of the sudden, an F-150 truck swerves completely into my lane.
Now, stop right there.
This may sound ridiculously stupid, but usually when someone swerves in my lane, I let them hit me because I know that if I swerve and hit someone or something without actually being hit, it will be my fault. However, when you are driving 65MPH, survival instincts seem to kick in faster than the financial ones. So I swerved in the lane next to me to avoid the truck slamming me into the median. Then I had to swerve again, to avoid hitting the median, causing my car to over correct. Then my car proceeded to do a 180 across three lanes of traffic and ended up in the grass on the side of the freeway, facing oncoming traffic.
I sat there, shaking, watching cars continue to zoom by, trying to process what just happened. Did I seriously avoid the truck, the median, AND three lanes of traffic and not touch a single car? Thank you, Jesus. Apparently it looked bad, because three different cars pulled over and came to my car to check on me as I sat in shock. A fire truck, a police, an ambulance, and a tow truck quickly arrived at the scene. The only thing that seemed wrong with my car was dirt clods in between my rims and my tire from the force of spinning. The police asked what happened, and one of the three people that stopped to check on me told him that a truck swerved to miss a tire that flew off another car and almost hit me, and I ended up here trying to avoid getting smashed into the median. "Well," I thought, "At least I know it wasn't my fault." I told the cop I couldn't believe I didn't hit anyone spinning across three lanes of traffic. He told me he couldn't believe my car didn't flip.
The cop AND the tow truck driver looked at my tire. Both said that I should be fine to drive, just to get it checked that night after work. One of the guys that stopped to check on me offered to change my tire. The cop was kind of a jerk and told him he can't do that on the side of the freeway.
So, me and my completely intact Scion TC go on our merry way and live happily ever after. Until ten minutes later when my tire (that was supposedly okay to drive on) blows out. Two exits away from work. This time on 59 North. I like to change up which freeway I hang out on the side of. At this point, my car isn't drivable, and I have to make the call into work that I would be pretty late.
Cue a teary phone call to my best friend, her and her boyfriend picking me up off the side of the freeway, a wrecker towing me to a gas station, Chris changing my tire, and a wild goose hunt trying to find a Discount Tire that has a replacement that will fit on my nineteen inch rims.
I was only five hours late to work. Good thing it was a fifteen hour work day so I only missed a third of the day.
Today, driving to work, I noticed how very few places that grass is on the side of the road and I realized just how lucky I am. Most places on the side of the freeway have cement or metals barriers. I just happened to be in a spot where I safely landed in grass. God was definitely looking out for me (and my little car). I can't even begin to express how thankful I am.
I was minding my own business, driving to work on 610 North Saturday morning. Traffic wasn't bad enough to slow me below the speed limit, but the roads were pretty full for a weekend. All of the sudden, an F-150 truck swerves completely into my lane.
Now, stop right there.
This may sound ridiculously stupid, but usually when someone swerves in my lane, I let them hit me because I know that if I swerve and hit someone or something without actually being hit, it will be my fault. However, when you are driving 65MPH, survival instincts seem to kick in faster than the financial ones. So I swerved in the lane next to me to avoid the truck slamming me into the median. Then I had to swerve again, to avoid hitting the median, causing my car to over correct. Then my car proceeded to do a 180 across three lanes of traffic and ended up in the grass on the side of the freeway, facing oncoming traffic.
I sat there, shaking, watching cars continue to zoom by, trying to process what just happened. Did I seriously avoid the truck, the median, AND three lanes of traffic and not touch a single car? Thank you, Jesus. Apparently it looked bad, because three different cars pulled over and came to my car to check on me as I sat in shock. A fire truck, a police, an ambulance, and a tow truck quickly arrived at the scene. The only thing that seemed wrong with my car was dirt clods in between my rims and my tire from the force of spinning. The police asked what happened, and one of the three people that stopped to check on me told him that a truck swerved to miss a tire that flew off another car and almost hit me, and I ended up here trying to avoid getting smashed into the median. "Well," I thought, "At least I know it wasn't my fault." I told the cop I couldn't believe I didn't hit anyone spinning across three lanes of traffic. He told me he couldn't believe my car didn't flip.
The cop AND the tow truck driver looked at my tire. Both said that I should be fine to drive, just to get it checked that night after work. One of the guys that stopped to check on me offered to change my tire. The cop was kind of a jerk and told him he can't do that on the side of the freeway.
So, me and my completely intact Scion TC go on our merry way and live happily ever after. Until ten minutes later when my tire (that was supposedly okay to drive on) blows out. Two exits away from work. This time on 59 North. I like to change up which freeway I hang out on the side of. At this point, my car isn't drivable, and I have to make the call into work that I would be pretty late.
Cue a teary phone call to my best friend, her and her boyfriend picking me up off the side of the freeway, a wrecker towing me to a gas station, Chris changing my tire, and a wild goose hunt trying to find a Discount Tire that has a replacement that will fit on my nineteen inch rims.
I was only five hours late to work. Good thing it was a fifteen hour work day so I only missed a third of the day.
Today, driving to work, I noticed how very few places that grass is on the side of the road and I realized just how lucky I am. Most places on the side of the freeway have cement or metals barriers. I just happened to be in a spot where I safely landed in grass. God was definitely looking out for me (and my little car). I can't even begin to express how thankful I am.
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