SargeW
Site Team
We came the closest I have ever been to a catastrophic accident two days ago. We have been RVing for about 15 years now. We have had our share of being cut off, pushed over, or generally ignored by some other driver. You just shake your head, mumble and carry on.
And then two days ago on I-5 North, outside of Los Angeles, we were cruising on the way to Paso Robles to enjoy a week in wine country. It was about 2 PM and traffic was moderate, but moving. The truck scales just before the "grapevine" were up a head and there was a long line of trucks already in line to take their turn in the scales. We were driving between 55-60 MPH in the #4 lane, which would be the slow lane.
We were clear for about 1/2 mile and the cruise was set and we were enjoying the drive. And then things changed in a hurry. An 18 wheeler that had been in line with the rest of the trucks and rolling about 5 MPH, suddenly decided that he didn't want to wait for the scales. He suddenly pulled back into the traffic lane (mine) and started to accelerate. The problem was I was coming at 55+ MPH, had a long string of trucks on the right side of me, and several smaller passenger cars on the left doing 70+ MPH.
In an instant I realized that turning out was not an option. My only recourse was to stand on the brakes, and lay on the horn. The next few seconds I won't forget for a while. The entire contents of the RV was shifting forward (as far as it could), all the stuff in the cupboards was flying around, and the the toad as well as the motorhome went into 4 wheel panic braking. I saw the end of the truck coming up fast, and could only think about I hope this was survivable.
Well, I guess it wasn't our time because the RV slowed to a near stop just inches from the trailer of the "Bimbo Bakery" logo. It took a second to compose ourselves and start to drive forward again. I think the vehicle behind me (I'm not sure what it was) also went into a lock skid. I heard the brakes but never had the opportunity to look around.
I eventually caught up to the truck, which of course kept going. I turned to look at the driver, a younger kid, maybe 25 stare back at me with a blank stare. I wish I would have had my wits about me, I would have gotten the truck number and called the company. However, the truck would not get close to me again.
We are still here, and are still RVing, just a little more cautious.
Be safe out there.........
Sarge
And then two days ago on I-5 North, outside of Los Angeles, we were cruising on the way to Paso Robles to enjoy a week in wine country. It was about 2 PM and traffic was moderate, but moving. The truck scales just before the "grapevine" were up a head and there was a long line of trucks already in line to take their turn in the scales. We were driving between 55-60 MPH in the #4 lane, which would be the slow lane.
We were clear for about 1/2 mile and the cruise was set and we were enjoying the drive. And then things changed in a hurry. An 18 wheeler that had been in line with the rest of the trucks and rolling about 5 MPH, suddenly decided that he didn't want to wait for the scales. He suddenly pulled back into the traffic lane (mine) and started to accelerate. The problem was I was coming at 55+ MPH, had a long string of trucks on the right side of me, and several smaller passenger cars on the left doing 70+ MPH.
In an instant I realized that turning out was not an option. My only recourse was to stand on the brakes, and lay on the horn. The next few seconds I won't forget for a while. The entire contents of the RV was shifting forward (as far as it could), all the stuff in the cupboards was flying around, and the the toad as well as the motorhome went into 4 wheel panic braking. I saw the end of the truck coming up fast, and could only think about I hope this was survivable.
Well, I guess it wasn't our time because the RV slowed to a near stop just inches from the trailer of the "Bimbo Bakery" logo. It took a second to compose ourselves and start to drive forward again. I think the vehicle behind me (I'm not sure what it was) also went into a lock skid. I heard the brakes but never had the opportunity to look around.
I eventually caught up to the truck, which of course kept going. I turned to look at the driver, a younger kid, maybe 25 stare back at me with a blank stare. I wish I would have had my wits about me, I would have gotten the truck number and called the company. However, the truck would not get close to me again.
We are still here, and are still RVing, just a little more cautious.
Be safe out there.........
Sarge