I’ve had three, one of which involved, oh, 25-26 other vehicles. I don’t recommend the experience. The first one was weather induced, the second involved the largest doe I have yet seen, and the third . . . the police were not happy with the other driver, either.
The first one came about due to a snow-squall on an interstate, dropping visibility and adding to the slickness of the road. A maroon Suburban-type SUV and something else met, and the maroon SUV ended up on its side. This led to a cascade of colliding cars as following drivers tried to avoid the wreck, then the people leaving the wrecked cars. By the time I arrived, I’d slowed down because I just knew the road was nasty. I could see cars scattered around, and was down to about 10-15 MPH and about to thread the needle around the main wreck when . . .
A pedestrian walked into the gap. I turned a little to the left and hit a car that was already into the Jersey barrier (concrete divider) between the north bound and south bound sides of the interstate. And I spent the next two hours directing traffic and then staying out of the way.
The suicidal doe was you basic “deer in the headlights,” except she was massive. Like, 180 pounds of deer. Whatever she was eating that summer, it agreed with her. Alas, it was 95 degrees F out at ten PM and I didn’t have a cooler, knives, or other things with me, because the deputy who worked the accident offered to tag the doe for me so I could keep the hide and meat. She cost me four thousand dollars in repairs, so I should have gotten the tag and at least kept the hide! That car also bagged a pheasant with the windshield (out of season.)
The third wreck . . . I hate cell phones when being talked into by other drivers. She blew through a red light. I saw the motion and tried to get out of the way (no on-coming traffic, thanks be to G-d!), but she hit the pickup just aft of the passenger side rear door. The airbag deployed, knocking my glasses off. I managed to get the vehicle back under control, and up into a parking lot, out of traffic. My bad knee had been knocked into the gear shift, and I had mild burns from the air-bag, but my glasses were intact once I found them. The pickup? Bent frame, bent door, cracked axle, and a few other major problems. Her stupid not-quite-a-minivan was driveable. She never. Stopped. Talking. On. The. Blasted. Phone. She had it plastered to her ear the entire time. I stayed well away from her until the cop got there. There were three witnesses that she’d hit me, and that I had the green. She signed the papers “daughter of . . .” Among other quirks. Totaled my truck.
I’d just as soon not add any more accidents to my life-list, thanks. And I really do not like it when people text or talk on their phones while they drive. Seeing a phone in their hand makes me twitch. I can’t imagine why.