I still have this 9-5 for appearances sakes, and out of loyalty for a 33 year friendship. So last night is my split shift 12:30 to 21:00. Pistons game ends, I finalize up all of my threads, give Journey man shit for popping off the Idol winner and look at the time, it is 21:30. First time I have not walked out at 21:00, on the dot. So I jump onto Interstate 80, the one that goes from San Francisco to Ocean City, Maryland. So I get past Vacaville and close to a small town called Dixon. Traffic is stopped for hours. Ambulences drive by, to the scene, come back with no lights or sirens. Several of them. A lot of flatbeds, Caltrans water trucks. Tons of CHP's. Finally we are diverted off the freeway. From the side road I can see close to 40 emergency vehicles, freeway is completely closed at both exits. So I read in the San Francisco Chronicle this morning, only an early report, car jumped over center divider, into oncoming traffic, into big rig, and some other cars. All burst into flames, so bad, could not get an accurate count of fatalities, it was real bad. Had I not been posting, and left at my usual 21:00, on the dot, at that time of night there is no commute, so my placement on the freeway is within a 5 minute range, it put me right there, at 21:32, when I think it took place. I am always in the fast lane, doing 80, right there. Next trip on late shift, I only work it Wednesday, I will drive my normal patterns and speeds, and see where I am exactly. But I already know, right there, give or a take a minute. Maybe somebody can find/cut and paste the article. It was in S.F. Chronicle, under local, Vacaville. Needless to say, I am exhausted and not so mentally sharp today...Best Wsihes...OF
Talk about a close call...
Talk about a close call...