KTMom91
Well-Known Member
I'll chime in with my protective angels stories.
Here in Central CA, we get tule fog every winter. If you haven't had the pleasure, it's fog that is so freakin' thick that you literally can't see the nose of your car, the dividing lines on the road, and sometimes, not even the brake lights/headlights of the other vehicles on the road. It's very easy to get completely disoriented and run stop signs and stoplights on roads you drive every day, just because you don't think you've reached that street yet.
About 16 years ago, I was managing a store in a small town about an hour south, and I usually took side roads because the freeway was on the other side of town, unless it was foggy. Then I would take the freeway, because I was afraid of hitting a cow. As I started to go onto the freeway onramp, millions of tiny flashing white lights blocked my way, so I changed my mind, and went my usual way past the dairies and fields. When I got to the store, other managers were rushing over to see if I was OK, because there had been three separate accidents in a five mile stretch of road, involving something like thirty cars and killing several people. I would have been right in the middle of that had I ignored the tiny flashing lights and entered the freeway.
About 12 years ago, I was heading to a sub job about an hour west, country roads all the way. I HATED HATED HATED the drive, but the district paid very well, so...I was going maybe 25 mph, when the tiny white lights jumped in front of me again. I slowed down, and a man leaped out of the fog, waving his bandana and yelling. I pulled off to the right, just missing an accident where a woman had hit the man's farm truck, and had broken both legs and was trapped in the car. No sooner had I pulled over, a Vons grocery truck came barreling down the road, swerved to the left, going into the wrong lane, barely missing the car in the middle of the road.
When the sparkly lights appear, I pay attention.
Here in Central CA, we get tule fog every winter. If you haven't had the pleasure, it's fog that is so freakin' thick that you literally can't see the nose of your car, the dividing lines on the road, and sometimes, not even the brake lights/headlights of the other vehicles on the road. It's very easy to get completely disoriented and run stop signs and stoplights on roads you drive every day, just because you don't think you've reached that street yet.
About 16 years ago, I was managing a store in a small town about an hour south, and I usually took side roads because the freeway was on the other side of town, unless it was foggy. Then I would take the freeway, because I was afraid of hitting a cow. As I started to go onto the freeway onramp, millions of tiny flashing white lights blocked my way, so I changed my mind, and went my usual way past the dairies and fields. When I got to the store, other managers were rushing over to see if I was OK, because there had been three separate accidents in a five mile stretch of road, involving something like thirty cars and killing several people. I would have been right in the middle of that had I ignored the tiny flashing lights and entered the freeway.
About 12 years ago, I was heading to a sub job about an hour west, country roads all the way. I HATED HATED HATED the drive, but the district paid very well, so...I was going maybe 25 mph, when the tiny white lights jumped in front of me again. I slowed down, and a man leaped out of the fog, waving his bandana and yelling. I pulled off to the right, just missing an accident where a woman had hit the man's farm truck, and had broken both legs and was trapped in the car. No sooner had I pulled over, a Vons grocery truck came barreling down the road, swerved to the left, going into the wrong lane, barely missing the car in the middle of the road.
When the sparkly lights appear, I pay attention.