At about 5:35 a.m., I was driving home from the office, when the driver of an 18-wheeler fell asleep at the wheel and spun out of control. At an estimated 85-90 miles per hour. By a miraculous combination of airbag technology, Divine Providence, and just plain inattentiveness, I walked away. It was even on the news here and here. The driver of the semi died on impact. Nobody else was seriously injured, least of all me. It’s miraculous considering that a 300-pound block of concrete landed on my hood at 75 miles an hour.
This was my car:
The truck was travelling southbound (I was going northbound). It started in the far right lane, and at the curve of the South Loop, it just kept going straight, crossing five lanes and hitting the concrete dividing wall. The cab split into three pieces on impact, and the trailer went off on its own course. Continued...