Yesterday we got snow and ice and sleet. I left work a little early. I commute from NH to Mass on Rte 93. It is 3 lanes wide and at peak hours you can use the brakdown lane making it 4 lanes.
I was in the fast lane. Traffic to my right was going roughly 30 35 MPH. I was doing a little over 40. The roads were slushy but seemed okay. I kept my eyes on the mirrors so I could pull over if anyone wanted to go faster than 40mph - I hate left lane louies and don't want to be one myself.
On my right a Dodge Durango came flying up. Dang I thought, he's going to plow into the car to my right and slightly ahead of me. No sooner did I think that when in a classic Boston move he threw on his left blinker at the same time as he pulled into my line. Unfortunately I was in my lane. Having no choice I hit the breaks. Wrong move. I instantly started to skid. I have a Dogde Dakota Quad cab and was in 4x4 mode.
I left the road onto the median strip and was headed for the guardrail. I overcompensated and returned to the road but skidded all the way over to the slow lane guardrail. I just missed the Ford Taurus that was in front of the Durango when this all started. I don't know how many others I missed.
I still was not in control of the truck. I was trying to brake, steer and downshift all at once. I'm sure I did alot of the wrong things at the wrong time but there was no time to think! I rocketed back towards the fast lane my car doing a 180 turn in the process. I just miss the Tuarus for a second time. But now I am skidding backwards down rte 93 in the fast lane. So I am travelling north in the fast lane while my car is facing south. I watch the Taurus wrestle his car to a stop. We both slide to a stop and our front bumpers are less than a foot apart.
My heart was pounding - mostly cause I was so ticked at the Durango that caused this. I did not have time to be afraid. But now I see lots of traffic bearing down on us. I wave and nod at the Tuarus who smiles back, make a U-turn so my truck is pointed in the right direction and head home.
By time I get home I am pretty unsettled. I give my wife and kid a big hug and tell them what happened. My wife says her prayers on my behalf must be working. I thank her. Don't know how I skidded twice across 4 lanes of traffic, did a 180 and am still here to relay the story but I am grateful to be doing so.
Spent the night sledding with my wife and daughter.
Phil
I was in the fast lane. Traffic to my right was going roughly 30 35 MPH. I was doing a little over 40. The roads were slushy but seemed okay. I kept my eyes on the mirrors so I could pull over if anyone wanted to go faster than 40mph - I hate left lane louies and don't want to be one myself.
On my right a Dodge Durango came flying up. Dang I thought, he's going to plow into the car to my right and slightly ahead of me. No sooner did I think that when in a classic Boston move he threw on his left blinker at the same time as he pulled into my line. Unfortunately I was in my lane. Having no choice I hit the breaks. Wrong move. I instantly started to skid. I have a Dogde Dakota Quad cab and was in 4x4 mode.
I left the road onto the median strip and was headed for the guardrail. I overcompensated and returned to the road but skidded all the way over to the slow lane guardrail. I just missed the Ford Taurus that was in front of the Durango when this all started. I don't know how many others I missed.
I still was not in control of the truck. I was trying to brake, steer and downshift all at once. I'm sure I did alot of the wrong things at the wrong time but there was no time to think! I rocketed back towards the fast lane my car doing a 180 turn in the process. I just miss the Tuarus for a second time. But now I am skidding backwards down rte 93 in the fast lane. So I am travelling north in the fast lane while my car is facing south. I watch the Taurus wrestle his car to a stop. We both slide to a stop and our front bumpers are less than a foot apart.
My heart was pounding - mostly cause I was so ticked at the Durango that caused this. I did not have time to be afraid. But now I see lots of traffic bearing down on us. I wave and nod at the Tuarus who smiles back, make a U-turn so my truck is pointed in the right direction and head home.
By time I get home I am pretty unsettled. I give my wife and kid a big hug and tell them what happened. My wife says her prayers on my behalf must be working. I thank her. Don't know how I skidded twice across 4 lanes of traffic, did a 180 and am still here to relay the story but I am grateful to be doing so.
Spent the night sledding with my wife and daughter.
Phil
