Well, anyway heres another story. I was again, driving my mom, only this time traveling in the opposite direction toward a city. As you can tell, I live in the Hill country of one of those "M" states. (can you guess which one I live in?) Any way, theres this steep hill, and at the very top of it, just out of view is a turn off to the right. Well anyway, halfway up, I see the top of a truck, and Im thinking, hey, that truck looks like its in my lane, ah it must be an optical illusion. Well as I get further up, I see that this truck, has one of those round haybales in the back, and IS in my lane, trying to turn left. Im going 70 miles an hour, and I cant stop to avoid this guy, but I slam on the brakes anyway. Luckily he was able to swerve back into his lane(there was a car behind him). Well As I figured out later, what had happened was that he had slowed down, with a car behind him, and as a curtisy, he pulled into the other lane, to let the car pass him, and so he could make his turn without hurry. He didnt bank on me comeing though... Luckily the car didnt have enough time to gain any speed, so he just pulled back to where he was originally. Thank god for that. I know that had I hit that truck, I probably would never had survived. With that added weight of the haybale (about a ton or a ton an a half) combined with me hitting it at 70...well let me put it this way, my face's cosmetic condition probably wouldnt have been to good by the time it was over.......
It‘s-a me, Marionut#1!
