September 22, 2009
Hubby and I were coming home and as we were driving, a tractor trailer, one of those really big ones, was on the same road that we were on.
I told hubby, that trailer is not going to fit under that bridge. I looked at the posted warning sign which said that the bridge was 11' 3", and I said out loud, that ain't gonna fit.
We were right behind the truck driving slowly when the truck went underneath the bridge. At this point, I said, "Oh maybe it fits!". As the truck driver sped through the bridge, the top of his trailer got ripped right off.
It was surreal.
I panicked and said, "We need to cal 911".
Hubby said, we don't need to.
I said, "Why?"
He said, "Because there is a cop right there".
The police car was sitting 10 feet away from the accident, and it took him about 30 seconds to react.
We sat in the car waiting not knowing what to do. We stopped and turned our blinkers on and waited. When the cop finally reacted, he pulled right behind the trailer and in front of us like he was chasing somebody at full speed. Remember, he was right there. He got out of the police car and waved us through.
That is what I call front row seats!