Yesterday, I was driving on I-81 north in Virginia. I was in the right lane using cruise control, talking to my dad on the cell phone. (I don't normally like to talk when I drive, he called me).
While I'm on the phone, some guy in a Green Ford Explorer is behind me, ALL OVER THE PLACE. Changing speed, drifing from lane to lane, onto the shoulder on both sides. He comes within a few feet of my bumper several times, and we're going 75 mph. I tell my dad that I need to call 911 real quick and I'll talk to him in a little while.
I call 911, tell them what's going on, and that I think the guy is impaired somehow. They connect me to the VA State Police and I tell them the same thing. They tell me that they will notify Troopers north of us. I hang up. This call took place at 11:31AM.
At 11:34AM, we pass a truck weigh station. Naturally, there are slow merging trucks in the right lane. The guy is still behind me making me nervous and people are tring to stay away from him. I cut off some guy in a pickup truck and get in the left lane. About 3 seconds later, a tractor trailer going about 20 merges into the right lane. The explorer doesn't even break speed. He plows into the back of the tractor trailer. HARD.
Time to hit redial on the cell phone. I recognized the voice of the State Police Dispatcher. "Yeah, that guy I just called you about on I-81? He just plowed into a tractor trailer going 75."
She asks me if the trucker stopped.
"Nope!"
Where is the SUV?
"On its side in the ditch"
She tells me that she'll get someone there, I give her my name and number if they want a witness, and hang up.
I am just so glad that I cut off that pickup truck and got the fvck out of there. If I hadn't changed lanes, I would have been right in front of the guy, and he probably would have hit me.
I didn't stop, I had somewhere to be. Maybe he'll learn not to drive impaired. Or maybe he'll die. That would work too.
No cliffs, read the story. It's the length of a short children's book.
While I'm on the phone, some guy in a Green Ford Explorer is behind me, ALL OVER THE PLACE. Changing speed, drifing from lane to lane, onto the shoulder on both sides. He comes within a few feet of my bumper several times, and we're going 75 mph. I tell my dad that I need to call 911 real quick and I'll talk to him in a little while.
I call 911, tell them what's going on, and that I think the guy is impaired somehow. They connect me to the VA State Police and I tell them the same thing. They tell me that they will notify Troopers north of us. I hang up. This call took place at 11:31AM.
At 11:34AM, we pass a truck weigh station. Naturally, there are slow merging trucks in the right lane. The guy is still behind me making me nervous and people are tring to stay away from him. I cut off some guy in a pickup truck and get in the left lane. About 3 seconds later, a tractor trailer going about 20 merges into the right lane. The explorer doesn't even break speed. He plows into the back of the tractor trailer. HARD.
Time to hit redial on the cell phone. I recognized the voice of the State Police Dispatcher. "Yeah, that guy I just called you about on I-81? He just plowed into a tractor trailer going 75."
She asks me if the trucker stopped.
"Nope!"
Where is the SUV?
"On its side in the ditch"
She tells me that she'll get someone there, I give her my name and number if they want a witness, and hang up.
I am just so glad that I cut off that pickup truck and got the fvck out of there. If I hadn't changed lanes, I would have been right in front of the guy, and he probably would have hit me.
I didn't stop, I had somewhere to be. Maybe he'll learn not to drive impaired. Or maybe he'll die. That would work too.
No cliffs, read the story. It's the length of a short children's book.
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