This morning was insane. Twelve jackknifed or stuck trailers within five miles of my house. I tried to get my fiancée to work in St Paul and only made it to Century on the backroads (highways were shut down).
I was making a right turn at literally 2 mph (without any gas) and my car spun sideways and started going downhill (still sideways). There were parked cars on both sides of the road. I think I sprained by arse puckering so hard. That’s a ****ty helpless feeling having zero control. Luckily the packed snow and ice from previous storms along the parking zones acted like bowling bumpers and kept me four or five inches away from the other cars until the bottom of the hill.
Came to a complete stop, made sure my pants were still clean, turned to my fiancée and said, “F—-k this. No way. We’re going home.”
Got home to a stream of constant sirens for 20 minutes. Turned on the scanner and called up the highway cams. A semi slid down one of the hills next to my house on 694. They hit the trailer in front of them so hard the cab went UNDER the trailer and completely sheared the top of the cab off. Like, gone. I thought that guy was sure as **** dead. About 45 minutes later heard he made it out alive with bruises and cuts on his forearms, legs, and face. Also needed a change of pants I’m sure.
He was within inches of having his head crushed. Took 20 minutes with the jaws of life.
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