I’m pretty sure the experience I’m about to tell you all is the scariest thing I’ve ever gone through in my life. Minus having to walk down the spiral staircase of death.
Wednesday night I went after work to visit my friend Annie, who lives out in Long Island. I left her apartment around 9:30ish to head home, taking the Northern State Parkway and doing about 60mph. It was raining lightly, and had been raining pretty much all day. I was in the middle lane, and all of a sudden, my car veered to the right – it had hit a patch of water that my tire didn’t catch on. (Dave has informed me this is called “hydroplaning“). There was a car almost immediately next to me in that lane, so I tried to correct the car over to the left. When I did that, I think my tire hit another patch of water on the left side, causing my car to start swerving all over the road. (PANIC ENSUES HERE.)
HOLY SHITBALLS. As my car was swerving like a drunken college student after a long night out, I remember trying to veer towards the divider, so I wouldn’t go into the cars next to me, and also try to avoid going across 2-3 more lanes. And, like a jackass, I wasn’t thinking, and slammed on the brakes. DON’T SLAM ON THE BREAKS WHEN YOU LOSE CONTROL OF THE CAR. Yeah, that logic went right out the window.
At some point I did remember that you weren’t supposed to do exactly that, but I can’t remember if I took my foot off the brake or not. I know at some point, I was completely facing the wrong way on the road, and it felt like I had stopped, but then the car kept going, and I wound up doing a complete 360, and was left only slightly skewed in the lane.
I don’t know how I didn’t hit anything.
I don’t know how none of the cars hit me.
But I came out unscathed. At least physically.
After sitting there for what had to have been only a minute, I just started driving again. This time a bit slower. What else was there to do? Obviously if I would have gotten hit or hit someone, I would have stayed, called 911, called Dave, etc. But everything was fine, everyone was fine, and delaying my trip home would have helped nothing.
I held it together until I walked in the door, and Dave asked how I was. TEARS. MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF TEARS. “Are you ok?” “I…. I… I spun out on the highway on the way home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Dave pretty much said, “Oh my god!” and grabbed me in a bear hug.
We’re getting new tires this weekend for my car. And I’m also driving slower in the rain from now on.
And to be honest, I wasn’t really worried about myself at all. I just kept thinking of the little being inside of me, and what I would have done if I got into a real accident. The thought terrifies me. The experience scared the bejesus 0ut of me. I NEVER want to experience that again.
Also, and some people, my husband included would probably shake their heads at this, but I think someone up there was watching out for me. Who knows who, or what, or whatever – but I have always believed in that sort of thing, and the fact that I came out of that experience without a scratch only solidified it.
Have you ever spun out on the highway? Or had a near miss like that?