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Close call on the highway makes one 'weak in the knees'Posted Wednesday, June 17, 2009, at 9:09 PM
The term "weak in the knees" doesn't come up in my conversations very often but when it does, it's not because I've got bad knees.
Weak in the knees means some sudden, unexpected, and unwelcome, event caused my knees to temporarily feel like Raggedy Ann's knees.
Most of the few times I've had it happen, it's been because of a very close call on the road.
It's been a long time since I've had the weak knees but I got them on Monday around suppertime when I was on my way to Bloomington with two teens in the car.
You know the road - the up and down, round this way, round that way hills and curves start east of Bloomfield and by the time we were in the neighborhood of the Sharkey Curve, some guy in a hurry scared the daylights out of me.
He was an older guy (but it was hard to tell because he didn't sit too tall in the saddle) driving an older, rust-spotted junky-looking big white four-door sedan with a black top like a bat out of hell.
He came up behind me so fast and got so close to my back bumper, I thought it was someone who had fallen asleep at the wheel or had some kind of medical problem that was causing him to lose control and accelerate. He got so close, I speeded up to avoid getting hit from behind, but there was a small dark red SUV in front of me so I could only move up so far.
Thank goodness the guy dropped back, but then, he did it again. When I saw him flying up toward me again, I thought maybe he was trying to scare me on purpose -- playing some kind of weird game. He was riding my bumper so close - it had to be inches - my heart got a workout - then he suddenly dropped back again.
I told the kids I had a problem.
And then, when I looked in my rear view mirror and saw him accelerating toward me again for the third time, I blurted out to the kids to get ready because I was going to pull off the road. I just didn't know where but I knew I had to get off and get out of his way.
Lickety-split, he was back on my bumper then pulled out into the left-hand lane and passed me going 90... on a double-yellow line on a curve.
We watched as he did the same thing to the vehicle in front of us and passed it on a yellow line, then the vehicle in front of that in another no-passing zone.
So to the immature guy who did that, if you happen to read this, know that if I every see your car doing that on the road again, I'll have your license plate number the next time.
People like you ought to have to take some kind of test before your license is renewed to see if you're smart enough to drive in eastern Greene County.
What is it about a double-yellow line that you don't understand?
Anna Rochelle is a staff writer at the Greene County Daily World and can be reached by calling 812-847-4487 or by sending an email to firstname.lastname@example.org
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