OK I’m having a day. It’s a damn good thing it’s Friday and not Monday or I might just take the week off and stay in bed.
Started this morning with once again realizing I STILL HAD NOT “CHECKED COOLANT” IN MY CAR. Not having antifreeze worked as an excuse for the first couple of days, but we bought a gallon last Sunday when we went to Wally World. I pretty much thought of every other excuse but could put it off no longer and grabbed the jug when I left at 5:10 this morning. Yes it is getting later and later the closer the end of the school year comes. I didn’t want to pour it out here because it is very toxic to the pets and I would never forgive myself if Casey or one of the cats that hang out here died from it. The bus yard is a safe place for toxic vehicle fluids so I could put it in there. Which I did. So that was all taken care of and I was on my way.
Usually there is not much traffic out when I head into Princeton. Only the people who have a commute or the ones trying to make it through all the construction sites before they start for the day. This morning I had some jack ass, and that is a polite name for him, come barreling up behind me. Cars I expect, pickup trucks I expect, but this was one of those big dump trucks that haul gravel. Not a regular size but one of the long ones. I don’t know how many yarder and I can’t find a picture, but it came out of nowhere and he was flying. I was driving 40mph. I know this because I wanted to judge how fast he was going to be going when he hit me. Just in case I lived through it. So many thoughts run through your head at once. He’s going to friggin hit me, I have railroad tracks I need to stop at, what the hell is this guy doing? I need to get out of his way, I can’t go any faster on these curves. Where the hell can I pull over? Luckily I know the road because I travel it every morning. Around the next corner was a road on the right and a big lot where paving trucks have been parking. I knew if I couldn’t make it into the street opening I would hopefully be able to get to the lot and not have trucks there already.
I put my directional on and didn’t even think about braking until I knew where I was going. This guy just kept coming. It was like one of those horror movies where the bad guy runs someone off the road and over a cliff. Then gets out of his truck and laughs when the other vehicle explodes.
As I got to the road I jerked the wheel to the right and just made it as he flew by me. He was going so fast that I could not even see what color the cab of the truck was, never mind get a company name or plate. I was still at an angle pulling in when he passed me. Never even hit his brakes. I found this picture when I was looking for the truck. This is what I thought I was going to look like.
It must be bad trucker day or something because there was another one on the highway. A tanker truck carrying something explosive. I don’t usually go back to the yard right after high school so maybe they are like that every morning, but this guy scared me too. I couldn’t wait for him to get away from me incase he flipped and exploded.
This is all on a beautiful Friday morning. I still have the whole afternoon route to do. Wonder what nightmares that will bring?