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Yes, I'm fine. But if you ever want to scare me while driving, repeat what happened last night. I was heading home, having finished dance practice and visiting with some people, when I hear a FWOP FWOP FWOP sound from my left. I'm in the right lane of the beltway and traffic is light. What in the world is going FWOP FWOP FWOP behind me and to my left? Then a semi passes me (not an unusual occurance mind you). The FWOP (not GWOCK, Xpioti, FWOP) gets louder. I notice something 'odd' about the left hind (rear) tire. I glance over and there seems to be movement????!?!?!?! I check where I am and where everyone else is (escape planning is a good thing). I look at the tire again in the thing is throwing SPARKS. Huh???? Muffler?, no, semi's don't have mufflers on the back of the vehicle. Is it really sparks? Take another glance, yup, it is really sparks and only from that one set of tires (I can't tell if it is the front lateral, front medial, rear lateral or rear medial in the quick glances). The semi then decides he wants my lane and I am perfectly willing to give it to him (he is far enough ahead at this point to safely cross). I however start easing off the gas because I don't want to be near a semi going FWOP.
Time to get outta the proverbial Dodge (and I don't mean my car which isn't a Dodge anyway). So, I continue slowing down, check all routes, and move left, then move left again.
I figure that at least one of the tires is so bald that the steel-belts are starting to escape, flop around (FWOPing), and throwing sparks (yes, tires can do that). If my theory is correct, the tire will blow at some point and I've seen that happen. There isn't a lot of time from the smoke to the WHOOP to the chunks of tire going all over the road. Given that, I don't want to be behind OR directly next to him.
He eventually exits and I move back into 'my' lane, exit safely and get home in one piece. WHEW.
Then this morning, I get backed into in my parking lot. Person parks, I pull in and stop a few feet behind. Person backs up, stops, backs up stops, backs up, stops, backs into my car. No, the car wasn't damaged.
Time to get outta the proverbial Dodge (and I don't mean my car which isn't a Dodge anyway). So, I continue slowing down, check all routes, and move left, then move left again.
I figure that at least one of the tires is so bald that the steel-belts are starting to escape, flop around (FWOPing), and throwing sparks (yes, tires can do that). If my theory is correct, the tire will blow at some point and I've seen that happen. There isn't a lot of time from the smoke to the WHOOP to the chunks of tire going all over the road. Given that, I don't want to be behind OR directly next to him.
He eventually exits and I move back into 'my' lane, exit safely and get home in one piece. WHEW.
Then this morning, I get backed into in my parking lot. Person parks, I pull in and stop a few feet behind. Person backs up, stops, backs up stops, backs up, stops, backs into my car. No, the car wasn't damaged.
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Date: 2005-01-19 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-19 07:16 am (UTC)I suspect that they knew they had a problem and were heading to a warehouse or something (based on how they came over and the fact that they got off at the next reasonable exit for such things).
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Date: 2005-01-19 07:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-19 07:53 am (UTC)Ya did a good move all the way around. The "I want to be anywhere but here" philosophy is a good one.
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Date: 2005-01-19 09:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-19 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-20 10:01 am (UTC)My honey once heard that rear view mirrors are only used in the movies. I don't know whether to laugh, cry, or both.
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Date: 2005-01-21 06:28 am (UTC)I think it is a problem that fewer people go through what I went through when I learned to drive. My Mom took me to a large empty lot, had me move the car, then verbally tell her exactly where the corners were. Then I got out and looked. Lather-rinse-repeat. Granted, I should probably do that again to refresh my memory on the current car, but it was a good exercise for a beginning driver and really drove home the point that you can't necessarily see all of your car (this was a 1972 Ford Wagon ... it went on forever and I couldn't see the bumper). I learned where the bumper was in relation to the hood (or the rear-window).
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Date: 2005-01-21 07:35 am (UTC)