A cautionary tale of keeping your eyes open for any sign of unusual activity while on the roads…
Hot dogs are normally confronted on the patio grill…not the automobile grill.
You never know what you’ll find behind the wheel. Just when you think you’ve seen it all…my wife captured this one for me. Reminds me of…
Rush hour on our busiest suburban highway, which features a number of on and off ramps along its path. The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania allows drivers to enter our busiest suburban highway when they feel it is safe, using their best judgement and entering at a safe and responsible speed when clear to do so. “Yield” I believe it is called…
Mistake #2 was being on the busiest suburban highway this particular day. On the left hand side of bumper-to-bumper two-lane traffic all going several MPH above the speed limit…standard operating procedure in these parts to avoid crashes (ironic)…my wife and I were traveling along focused only on cars around us…not those yet to “come down” upon us.
By “come down” I mean one of the on ramps descends from a higher altitude. There is a road that crosses over this busiest suburban highway from which drivers can exit via its off ramp and then…after a short “drop” of a few hundred feet or so…find themselves at the on ramp to the busiest suburban highway.
Driving regardless of which lane you are in, you don’t get a glimpse of descendants of whom you might be interested in their intentions until moments before decision-making…and adrenalin…intersects. Is this newly visible descendant going to cut into traffic? Is it going to allow traffic to pass before attempting to join in? Details, details.
This particular day, one descendant apparently felt they were losing altitude faster than desired. The next thing my wife and I know, we are watching an auto braking while at an alarming rate of speed (being at the end of the on ramp and all)…considering other autos already occupied any potential space considerations the descendant may have felt were viable at that moment.
Next thing we know the latest candidate to enter the busiest suburban highway is spinning 180…then 360 degrees…eventually winding up coming to rest without making any physical impact whatsoever. However, we saw several drivers hitting their brakes, opening their mouths and uttering what only can be imagined as “commentary” on the emotional impact of what transpired.
Doggone it, I still can’t figure out how we weren’t taken out by that car. I thought we were cooked.