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So. I haven't really posted anything since September, but I thought a near death experience was a good reason to do so again.
I got in to work today, and I must've still looked rattled, because my mom looked at me and said "Are you OK?"...
My response: "Well, you were about a second and a half from having to scrape me off the underside of a tractor trailer."
*dramatic hollywood-style flashback*
I was driving on my way into work today around 1:15pm. I'm boppin' along in the center lane of the 290, approaching the 90 split (for the non-locals, it's where I-290 ends and splits for the I-90 E/W)...
All of a sudden (dramatic music), I see this huge flash of red coming towards the passenger side of my car.. At this point, I scream and jerk the car to the left, very narrowly avoid being plowed over by a tractor trailer at 65mph, because it was trying to change into my lane, which can go to either the 90E or the 90W, because he was in the side for West and wanted East.
I'm talking here, another second and I'd stand a good chance of being dead right now. And I'm probably lucky that it was a giant red cab on the truck.. If it had been white or grey, I probably wouldn't have spotted it out of the corner of my eye, being that it would've just blended in with the dismal color of the sky.
Normally, in driving situations, somethimg will happen, and I'll just react to it, and that's it.. like the time I was nearly run off a bridge by a truck (another red one, no less), or finding half a dozen garbage bags strewn in the road when rounding a corner.. this time, though, I actually screamed. It was so terrifying, I thought I was going to have heart failure.
I was also lucky that there wasn't a car in the lane to my left, cuz I wouldn't veered right into that one instead.. Instead, I just pulled over immediately, partly to calm down, and partially because I was now on the wrong side of the spit for the direction I wanted to go. (yeah, that actually crossed my mind, somehow... realizing I could still get back onto the part I wanted. weird how the mind works.)
The truck did pull over and stop, actually.. but in the time I was there, the driver didn't get out of the truck or anything.. *shrug* Mom asked if I had gotten his name or anything, but I didn't.. now thinking about it, I should've probably gotten at least the liscence plate/company, but I was more interested in just getting the heck away from there... or called my dad see what he said I should do.. (He drove/drives big trucks, but not long dist. routes, so he'd probably know what was best to do).
Eh well. Hindsight is 20/20 and all that jazz. Still probably the most horrorfying moment of my life.
(Oh. and I told Erik about this whole thing when I got home from work... after the initial "Oh my goodness!" and whatnot.. his comment: "All that, and you still managed to have a good hair day!" ..It was funny. *giggle*)
I got in to work today, and I must've still looked rattled, because my mom looked at me and said "Are you OK?"...
My response: "Well, you were about a second and a half from having to scrape me off the underside of a tractor trailer."
*dramatic hollywood-style flashback*
I was driving on my way into work today around 1:15pm. I'm boppin' along in the center lane of the 290, approaching the 90 split (for the non-locals, it's where I-290 ends and splits for the I-90 E/W)...
All of a sudden (dramatic music), I see this huge flash of red coming towards the passenger side of my car.. At this point, I scream and jerk the car to the left, very narrowly avoid being plowed over by a tractor trailer at 65mph, because it was trying to change into my lane, which can go to either the 90E or the 90W, because he was in the side for West and wanted East.
I'm talking here, another second and I'd stand a good chance of being dead right now. And I'm probably lucky that it was a giant red cab on the truck.. If it had been white or grey, I probably wouldn't have spotted it out of the corner of my eye, being that it would've just blended in with the dismal color of the sky.
Normally, in driving situations, somethimg will happen, and I'll just react to it, and that's it.. like the time I was nearly run off a bridge by a truck (another red one, no less), or finding half a dozen garbage bags strewn in the road when rounding a corner.. this time, though, I actually screamed. It was so terrifying, I thought I was going to have heart failure.
I was also lucky that there wasn't a car in the lane to my left, cuz I wouldn't veered right into that one instead.. Instead, I just pulled over immediately, partly to calm down, and partially because I was now on the wrong side of the spit for the direction I wanted to go. (yeah, that actually crossed my mind, somehow... realizing I could still get back onto the part I wanted. weird how the mind works.)
The truck did pull over and stop, actually.. but in the time I was there, the driver didn't get out of the truck or anything.. *shrug* Mom asked if I had gotten his name or anything, but I didn't.. now thinking about it, I should've probably gotten at least the liscence plate/company, but I was more interested in just getting the heck away from there... or called my dad see what he said I should do.. (He drove/drives big trucks, but not long dist. routes, so he'd probably know what was best to do).
Eh well. Hindsight is 20/20 and all that jazz. Still probably the most horrorfying moment of my life.
(Oh. and I told Erik about this whole thing when I got home from work... after the initial "Oh my goodness!" and whatnot.. his comment: "All that, and you still managed to have a good hair day!" ..It was funny. *giggle*)