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rootofnewtthere are many things i never expect to experience in my life.
getting rammed from behind by a log truck is one of them.
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explodingcat is driving along on VA 20, our curvy scenic by-way into townon his way to his acupuncture appointment. i'm sitting in the passenger seat, watching the scenery and enjoying my oblivion.
he slams on the brakes and stops just in time to avoid rear-ending another car. phew, all is good. the highway folks are putting down new shoulders on the road because they apparently didn't do this properly the first time they repaved a few months ago. there were a few signs (the easily moved kind that just say "road work ahead") earlier, but none that said, "one-lane road ahead" or "watch for stopped traffic". the road crew was working on a patch that was JUST around the bend from a blind curve, so we were actually really lucky to stop in time. the speed limit on that part of the road is 55mph.
well, i go back to looking out my window...
a couple minutes pass, i look at the road crew, look back out my window.
then i hear a rattling roar.
and a fully laden log truck flies past me and turns over as it crashes down the tree-lined embankment.
i jumped out of the car, being a good girl scout. then i quickly gauged the situation...
the wheels and transaxle were still under power--not safe to climb.
didn't smell fuel (yet).
looked down, i'm wearing velvet and nylons and mary janes... highly flammable, non-safe climbing gear.
phone was in my hand by then, but no service (carter's mountain was in the way of the towers).
and in the 15 seconds all that elapsed, i decided i was better off hopping back into the car so emergency crews could get through. as we drove past (the road crew pulled their vehicles out of the road quickly so the built-up traffic could move out of the way and flagged us all on), the truck powered down.
the highway team was already on their radios. they were much bigger, stronger, and appropriately dressed than i.
so we went back into town, pulling over occasionally for emergency crews to zoom past.
i hope the driver wasn't too seriously injured. and i'm quite thankful that zie didn't plow into our car, because we would have been smashed into the SUV, truck, and one-ton dumptruck in front of us.
we are quite thankful that we didn't get smushed.
as we were driving on into town, i saw some buzzard hawks overhead. i turned to boy, grinned, and let loose with my typically morbid humor.
krasota i wonder if there's a bunch of hawks circling over that truck right now.
explodingcat i don't know. i would think there'd be a bunch of beavers circling around it.
getting rammed from behind by a log truck is one of them.
so,
explodingcat is driving along on VA 20, our curvy scenic by-way into townon his way to his acupuncture appointment. i'm sitting in the passenger seat, watching the scenery and enjoying my oblivion.he slams on the brakes and stops just in time to avoid rear-ending another car. phew, all is good. the highway folks are putting down new shoulders on the road because they apparently didn't do this properly the first time they repaved a few months ago. there were a few signs (the easily moved kind that just say "road work ahead") earlier, but none that said, "one-lane road ahead" or "watch for stopped traffic". the road crew was working on a patch that was JUST around the bend from a blind curve, so we were actually really lucky to stop in time. the speed limit on that part of the road is 55mph.
well, i go back to looking out my window...
a couple minutes pass, i look at the road crew, look back out my window.
then i hear a rattling roar.
and a fully laden log truck flies past me and turns over as it crashes down the tree-lined embankment.
i jumped out of the car, being a good girl scout. then i quickly gauged the situation...
the wheels and transaxle were still under power--not safe to climb.
didn't smell fuel (yet).
looked down, i'm wearing velvet and nylons and mary janes... highly flammable, non-safe climbing gear.
phone was in my hand by then, but no service (carter's mountain was in the way of the towers).
and in the 15 seconds all that elapsed, i decided i was better off hopping back into the car so emergency crews could get through. as we drove past (the road crew pulled their vehicles out of the road quickly so the built-up traffic could move out of the way and flagged us all on), the truck powered down.
the highway team was already on their radios. they were much bigger, stronger, and appropriately dressed than i.
so we went back into town, pulling over occasionally for emergency crews to zoom past.
i hope the driver wasn't too seriously injured. and i'm quite thankful that zie didn't plow into our car, because we would have been smashed into the SUV, truck, and one-ton dumptruck in front of us.
we are quite thankful that we didn't get smushed.
as we were driving on into town, i saw some buzzard hawks overhead. i turned to boy, grinned, and let loose with my typically morbid humor.
krasota i wonder if there's a bunch of hawks circling over that truck right now.explodingcat i don't know. i would think there'd be a bunch of beavers circling around it.
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Date: 2002-12-02 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Um... oh, hell... nevermind.
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Date: 2002-12-02 04:59 pm (UTC):):)
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Date: 2002-12-02 04:32 pm (UTC)now, as for beaver cracks...i think i'll follow
i hope the driver isn't terribly hurt, too.
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