February 10, 2014. I was picking up pizza from the other side of town. It was that good.
It was around 8pm. It was dark outside. Chilly.
I was crossing the Fielder Road bridge when I hit black ice that just formed as the temps dipped below freezing. Yup. I was the first one to hit the black ice. Lucky me.
I started to fishtail as I reached the crest. I know not to overreact on the brakes and steering to make it worse. But I ricocheted off the center dividing concrete ridge, sending me down the embankment on the other side. I hit air for a brief moment. I rode it out, coming to a stop when I t-boned the guardrail of the feeder road below.
Air bags deploy. I walk out without a scratch. Then the engine catches fire. I grab my valuables out of the car. The fire goes out fairly quickly.
I spent the next four hours waiting with police and then the wrecker. I could have died. The next vehicle after me (a full sized Suburban) wrecked and was disabled. We share a tow. It made for a long night. The police closed the bridge after that.