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I accepted. Friday night we had a very nice evening together. Saturday morning I was on my way. I left early and got the oil changed later in the morning. Stopped for gas and a quick call to say everything was okay. As it was, that weekend turned out to be the biggest snowfall we'd had that winter, but things were indeed going smoothly. About two miles south of Oshkosh I saw about a half mile ahead a jackknifed semi in the median and tons of cop cars. I tapped on the breaks and started slowing down. Behind me was a car with four college-aged girls flying up behind me. They swerved into the left lane to get around me and, right when they were in front of my left fender, spun out on the icy road. The driver's side fender was smashed, spinning me around to face the oncoming traffic. The man driving the pick-up truck behind me couldn't avoid the wreck, and smashed into the passenger's side door, spilling us both off the road and into the ditch. A man in a wrecker about to come onto the highway saw the entire thing, and was Johnny-on-the-spot as the state patrol made their way down to the new crash scene. The good news was neither I nor the man in the pick-up were ticketed for the crash. The bad news was I had to tell Jackie what was going on. The really bad news was the car was not registered to her at all... it was her dad's. |