A commuting FrontBurnervian had a bit of a day yesterday. He writes of his travails.
Thought I’d share this little experience with the FB Nation this morning:
Yesterday evening was a very unpleasant drive home for me. White pickup cuts me off and then slams on his brakes, I swerve to avoid a collision, fishtailing commences. I eventually turned 180 degrees before crossing back across the road and planting my car rear first into a grassy incline on the right shoulder. White pickup flees the scene, naturally.
I managed to avoid a collision and injury, though I did pop both tires on the left side of my car. My ride was buried up to the bumpers in dirt, leaving me stuck atop the incline facing the wrong way toward oncoming traffic, but I wasn’t blocking the roadway.
When you’re stuck facing the wrong way on the shoulder of the highway in a busted sedan, you have a little time to make a few observations, and that’s what I wanted to share with everyone. Besides the neverending string of rubberneckers, I noticed the following:
* TWO Dallas police units
* ONE DART police unit
* TWO Dallas County Sheriff’s Dept. roadside assistance trucks…and NOT ONE of them stopped to see if I needed a hand…or had a pulse, for that matter. The DART cop did gawk like everyone else, but I guess he doesn’t know the radio code for “motorist assist.” Nice, eh?
Have a great day, and drive carefully.
