After spending each week in Greenwood, Indiana working on this contract gig, I am convinced that blogging is a high-speed connection sport. My uncle, who is kind enough to put me up at his place through the week, doesn't have high-speed internet at his house so I am at the mercy of dial-up when trying to keep up with school, email, and blogging after work.
Don't get me wrong. Staying at my uncle's house is like being in a 5-star hotel suite. He and his wife have a gorgeous home. But after being spoiled to a cable modem for years now, it's like stepping back in time. It takes much longer to get things accomplished online. At any rate, my apologies for being MIA for so many days. I'm sure you can relate to the dial-up diatribe.
While driving home from Greenwood this Friday, I was looking forward to attending a 40th birthday party at Howl at the Moon in Fourth Street Live. I was excited about getting back home for the weekend. I had things to do; people to see.
I had driven about an hour or so when the rain started. At about an hour and a half, I had made it to the bridge. I could see the Louisville city skyline shrouded in clouds and rain. I was almost home... Traffic was at a dead stop on the bridge as the rain pounded down.
While staring at the back-end of the tractor trailer about 20 feet in front of me, waiting for traffic to move, I noticed something odd... the tractor trailer was rolling backward right at me! At first, I thought I was moving forward, you know that odd sensation you get when another car in your sight is moving but it feels like your car is moving? It became apparent quite quickly that I wasn't moving at all but the truck in front of me was rolling backward. I put the car in park and pulled up my emergency brake hoping that, if he plowed backward into me and shoved my car back, I could at least keep from rolling into the car behind me.
Don't get me wrong. Staying at my uncle's house is like being in a 5-star hotel suite. He and his wife have a gorgeous home. But after being spoiled to a cable modem for years now, it's like stepping back in time. It takes much longer to get things accomplished online. At any rate, my apologies for being MIA for so many days. I'm sure you can relate to the dial-up diatribe.
While driving home from Greenwood this Friday, I was looking forward to attending a 40th birthday party at Howl at the Moon in Fourth Street Live. I was excited about getting back home for the weekend. I had things to do; people to see.
I had driven about an hour or so when the rain started. At about an hour and a half, I had made it to the bridge. I could see the Louisville city skyline shrouded in clouds and rain. I was almost home... Traffic was at a dead stop on the bridge as the rain pounded down.
While staring at the back-end of the tractor trailer about 20 feet in front of me, waiting for traffic to move, I noticed something odd... the tractor trailer was rolling backward right at me! At first, I thought I was moving forward, you know that odd sensation you get when another car in your sight is moving but it feels like your car is moving? It became apparent quite quickly that I wasn't moving at all but the truck in front of me was rolling backward. I put the car in park and pulled up my emergency brake hoping that, if he plowed backward into me and shoved my car back, I could at least keep from rolling into the car behind me.
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Needless to say, the SOB in the big rig didn't catch himself in time. He managed to roll back far enough into the front of my car to smash it up pretty badly and scare the beejeezus out of me. Either the driver of the truck didn't hear my horn or chose to ignore it. He began to move forward and didn't look back once. Nor did he ever offer to pull over and exchange insurance information. I should have stayed right there on the bridge and called the police; however, I thought I could get the driver's attention and he would pull over. That effort was in vain as he got onto I-71 and went his merry way. I will now have to file a Civilian's Accident Report with the state.
When I pulled off the interstate under an overpass to survey the damage, I was furious. I swore like a sailor the rest of the way home. By the time I reached my place, it occurred to me that the only good thing about the incident is that my favorite bumper stickers survived almost completely unscathed!
I hope everyone's Friday was better than mine!
When I pulled off the interstate under an overpass to survey the damage, I was furious. I swore like a sailor the rest of the way home. By the time I reached my place, it occurred to me that the only good thing about the incident is that my favorite bumper stickers survived almost completely unscathed!
I hope everyone's Friday was better than mine!
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