car trouble

I’m driving to school today on I 45 when I suddenly come to a wet part of the road. While still on the wet area, the car in front of me slowed suddenly. I slowed down and checked my rearview mirror and, luckily, there was no one close behind to hit us. While I’m looking, a large one-ton truck tries to change into my lane behind me, but he didn’t seem to notice that I slowed down. When he realized he was about to rear end me, he cut the wheel and did a ninety degree turn across the interstate toward the wall. He didn’t make it to the wall before he ran over the entire front end of a Camry. The two of them crashed into the wall. To avoid them, a small 1980s Japanese car swerved out of their way and was hit by an eighteen wheeler (I didn’t see that part). Almost as soon as I saw the truck run over the Camry, a small car comes across at a sharp angle (likely spun out by the semi) and hits my back corner. I start to fishtail into the other lane but somehow pull out of it without spinning out (and likely flipping).

After I steered it and cleared it (it’s the law), I got out and expected to not have a rear bumper. Amazingly, there was only very light scratching and a thick coating of airbag dust from the car that hit us. That car, on the other hand, had a bent bumper and exploded headlight from hitting us, and no doors on the right side from the truck that hit it. The Camry that was run over was completely destroyed, and the eighteen wheeler and other truck seemed ok.

Three ambulances, five police cars and a fire truck came by and, in the process, stopped all northbound traffic on I 45 for a while. The wife and I were the only people besides the trucker who didn’t need to be taken away in an ambulance. Surprisingly, the police ticketed the driver of the one ton truck and he actually has insurance. This had better count as an excused absence from Administrative Law and the mandatory Law Review Meeting I missed. Now all I need is for Akin Gump to call and reject me to make the day complete.

At least I don’t live in New Orleans, that would be worse than having a wreck.