The title is serious. We almost got killed on I-91 just north of Hartford! I didn’t tell the story during our vacation because it was a little too spooky.
It was just before 5:00 AM last Saturday and we were northbound to Bradley. The road was dark. There was light traffic. I was doing around 70 mph. I’m usually a left lane driver, but was in the center as we passed the highway jumble that is Hartford.
“Look out,” Helaine yelled.
I turned my head left and for less than a second watched a car approach and then pass me. He was in the northbound left lane but he was heading soutbound at a high rate of speed! We probably passed each other at 150 mph.
For a moment neither Helaine nor I could get the image out of our minds. By the time we’d seen the car it was too late. Had I been in my normal spot we’d be dead.
I grabbed her hand and we proceeded silently for a moment. Then I picked up my cell and dialed 911.
“He’s probably in Downtown Hartford by now,” I told the State Police dispatcher. I dialed our TV station’s newsroom next.
Jason, a producer, answered. “Call the State Police in a few minutes,” I said. “Check and see if anything happens.”
All we could do was hope the driver figured out what was going on and exited the highway. There was no reported accident.
When it’s your time, it’s your time. It wasn’t ours yet.