I almost died last night. Zombie jokes aside...I nearly bit the dust.
I was driving from Nawlins to Washington D.C., a trip I've made about 20 times since the storm washed my family and I out of the city. It's about an 18 hour drive (about 1000 miles) and I usually drive it straight through.
I was about 150 miles outside D.C. near Strasburg, Virginia on I-81. It was about 2 a.m. and it had been sleeting for about the past 100 miles but nothing too bad. I was going about 65 (I usually run at about 90) which I thought was a safe enough speed in those conditions considering I drive a truck. I was wrong.
I was in the lefthand lane and I felt the backend of the truck start to slide to the left. At first I thought I was ok and I let off the accelerator but no luck...the backend kept coming around. Next thing I knew I was in a 360 spin. The interstate runs right through the Shenendoah Valley and through the Blue Ridge Mountains, so the terrain is preciptious to say the least. I looked up and I was headed straight for an embankment which dropped off about 60 feet into a rocky ditch.
Weirdest thing....I wasn't scared. I remember thinking, "So this is how it's gonna happen." There was nothing I could do so I just kind of watched the whole thing go down...it was very weird.
I hit the metal gaurd rail nearly dead center at probably about 45 to 50 mph. I never expected it to hold me, but luckily it did. I bounced off it like a bumper car and it spun the truck back around out into the road facing the opposite way on the interstate where I came to a rolling stop.
I remember laughing and saying "Son of a bitch!" out loud....I was amazed the rail actually held me. Then I looked up and there was a semi headed straight for me. Once again there was nothing I could do so I just sat there like I was watching a movie. The semi swerved about 4 feet from me and barely missed the right back side of my truck. I got lucky again.
I pulled the truck off to the side of the highway, pointed backwards, and just sat there for a minute laughing. I looked at the rail and it was bowed out where I had nailed it. It had actually snapped one of the stantions out of the ground and the bow was about 6 feet wide.
I couldn't help but laugh, I don't know why...I just couldn't believe I didn't go off into that ditch/canyon.
What's even stranger is it's been about 24 hours since it happened, and now it scares the hell out of me. It scares me to read this back.
Just having trouble wrapping my head around it.