"Back in the day, my friend, Sunny, and I were driving down I-95 towards Florida. It was early evening, so it was still pretty light out.
Sunny is driving in the fast (left) lane and I was in the passenger seat. As I am rocking out to some good 70’s rock, I glance out the window (which was rolled down) at the 18-wheeler driving at a steady pace with us.
Without really meaning to, we make very brief eye contact. Next thing I know, he is rolling down his driver’s side window and begins shouting at me to get and keep my attention.
He is asking us to pull over. Which we declined.
I told Sunny to speed up to lose this trucker. She sped up to about 80 mph in a 70 mph zone.
Next thing I know, the trucker is pulling up beside us again. Not that I could exactly see, but it appeared that he was touching his private parts as he was driving, still shouting at us to pull over.
This goes on for about eight or ten minutes when all of a sudden lost control of his truck and swerved onto the emergency lane and hit a signpost standing just off the shoulder.
Sunny floors it and we take off. No, we didn’t stop to see if he needed help! Would I stop if it happened today, of course!"
"I was driving on the New York State Thruway (I-87) one August afternoon, on the stretch between exit 15 and 16. I was doing 70 in the left lane, driving up to connect with state route 17 in Harriman.
I come up behind this pick up truck with one of those 'bed caps' on it. Through the back window, I see a full-grown tiger, pacing back and forth. He glanced out the rear window and saw my cat (which was sitting on my wife’s lap) and just. Starts. Staring.
Needless to say, I whipped around that hungry tiger in a second or two."
"When I lived in Texas, I delivered newspapers every night for San Antonio Express News for $500 extra a week. One night my friend, who delivered papers as well, was having car problems. So I went and picked her up, and that way we could deliver both routes in my car. We finished with both around 3:30 am and decided that we were going to go to get some food at a local Denny's.
We sit down and finish our meal, joking about all the random things we see. Her husband was getting worried, so we left to take her home. I merge onto I-35 and start heading towards Universal City. We were talking about literally everything until she just went silent. Then, I saw it. Someone on the other side of I-35 was driving south in the north lane. We tried calling the cops, but 911 just kept ringing and ringing.
I called one of my friends who was married to someone that was a cop at the local police department, and she got hold of him. The situation was finally taken care of but it felt like it took forever. Come to find out it was a trashed 19-year-old who was trying to get to the Honda dealership to try to steal a car."
"I was running an ecotourism company in Banff National Park. I was driving my customers who’d just enjoyed a week of touring with me to the airport in Calgary. We were heading eastbound along the Trans Canada Highway just past a place called Lac Des Arc. This is the final phase of being in the Rockies, as the foothills lay ahead.
The highway is four lanes divided with a huge grass medium in between. Our speed limit is 110 kilometers per hour or almost 70 miles per hour. I noticed this white car across from us in the opposite direction start to drive into the center medium just as we passed by. I looked in my side mirror then rearview mirror at the white car that was now hurtling through the ditch.
I continued to observe as the car started flipping and flipping over and over like something you see in NASCAR racing. It just seemed so surreal as the scene faded away. I was quite shocked and had to hold my composure because I didn’t want to upset my customers.
The drive to Calgary was a very somber affair for me after that. I never let on anything happened, I just internalized it and drove for the next one and a half hours.
After dropping my customers off, I had to wait in Calgary for another group of customers. By the time we drove back through the mountain pass, the car accident was long gone.
I found out in the newspaper the next day a single male had died in that horrific accident!
So that was definitely the wildest thing I’ve seen while on the Interstate! Seeing a car flipping over and over like that is sad enough in auto racing, it’s absolutely horrible on the highway."
"I was driving down Highway 10 in California below Fort Ord, when about 500 feet in front of me an open pickup truck lost a piece of furniture and came to an abrupt stop. The car in front of me swerved to the left and in my efforts to miss them, I swerved even further into the lane before the fence in the center lane. Just as I was making the turn, the car behind me did the same thing, clipping my right rear fender and bumper.
This pushed me going 70 miles per hour into the fenced lane going perpendicular to the traffic. In other words, I had my back to the fence and was going sideways down the highway. Freaky! Then my dash bag released, blocking my view so that I had to look around the bag at the very edge of the window to see what direction I was traveling. I had already started to brake, so I was sliding about 40mph sideways. Finally, all of the traffic was stopped but me. I slowly worked my way, blind to my route to the other side of the freeway, and came to a stop outside the slow lane out of the traffic.
When the police officer came, I told him the story of this crazy, scary event. He did not believe me, and finally pulled over another car that was slowing down to see if I was hurt who verified my story. Amazingly, I was not hurt but there was over $7,000 damage to my car which was a rental. When I limped into a gas station and called my rental company, they also didn’t believe me until they read the police report. They gladly paid to repair the car, as this could have been a 6 figure accident easily if I had been injured or even killed or hit someone else, which I did not do traveling sideways for hundreds of feet.
I still get chills thinking about it."
"I was driving up I-94 through Chicago when a huge fight between two cars in front of me broke out, and loaded weapons were used.
That was pretty wild. I followed about a block behind just because I was stupid. They were still going at it when I turned off on 190 to head towards my parent's house. Surprisingly neither car crashed while I was following.
This was in 1985, and I never heard about it on the news.
Now it’s fairly common for shootings to occur on the expressway from downtown south to the skyway split."
"A few years back, my ex and I were driving back from our daughter’s after a dinner party. It’s late on a Sunday night, almost no traffic. My ex is driving, it’s her car, we had about 25 miles to drive. She enters I-15, and just behind us are two motorcyclists. For miles, they were to her left, sometimes they inched forward, sometimes she did. This went on for 20 minutes give or take. Suddenly, the motorcyclist closest lurches cut to the right, my ex almost clipping him. I watch as he crashes head-on into a cement barrier.
I yelled 'STOP,' and although she was in shock, she stops.
I hopped out and ran back to the pile of motorcycle and rider. I approach and wave oncoming traffic away, I’m searching for the cyclist, he’s not there? I look over the side of the cement barriers, we’re on an overpass and he is laying on the road below. I took out my cell phone and called ‘911’ and proceeded to attempt to get down to him. There are many horns, I turn, my ex is in the second lane, with the other biker next to her, fearing they're going to get hit. I ran over and got them to the shoulder.
I ran back to the barrier as the first Highway Patrol showed up. The second Highway Patrolman arrived and attended to ‘us,’ treating them for shock and working to bring me back down from the adrenaline rush. I looked back over just as they loaded the biker below into the ambulance. The officers are taking our statements independently, I ask and get informed the biker died on impact, he had more injuries than just a severed arm. We kept that to ourselves for the obvious reason.
It turns out the two bikers were soldiers on leave who decided to do a cross-country ride. That day the two should have stopped and rested, as you know they didn’t. The other biker was definitely in shock."
"A man was using his boat and trailer as a weapon of destruction near St. Louis, Missouri. We watched the road rage escalate between two drivers for several miles, usually cutting each other off and sudden braking. The next step included open windows and objects being hurled at each other. During the course of projectile launches at close range, one vehicle sideswiped the other and things became senseless.
The driver towing his fiberglass bass boat got a car length lead and began swerving, smashing his trailer and boat into the other car! Fender pieces, headlights, and shards of fiberglass shrapnel exploded and littered the road. The Interstate is 5 lanes wide there and most of us on the road accelerated to get ahead of the carnage and avoid the debris. The two men were still ramming each other's cars and boats when I last saw them in my rearview mirror. If only we had cellphones back then!"
"A few years ago, I was driving on the Canadian 100 series (divided 2-lanes each way). The section I was on (headed south) was about three or four meters higher than the north-bound lanes. This took place more than 30 years ago when big ol’ American wagons were the tow vehicle of choice.
It was a clear, dry early summer day with perfect visibility. I was looking far down the road and could see a wagon hauling a travel trailer coming up the fast lane, headed north. Then I noticed the car and trailer start to sway and knew it may be bad because the oscillations kept getting larger. The driver maintained as much control as he or she could, but inevitably the trailer flopped over, peeling the side of it.
Clothing and other debris started flying out and littered the roadway for 100 meters or more. But kudos to the driver who got the wreck stopped, more or less in a straight line without involving other vehicles. As usual, drivers on both sides of the highway slowed with several stopping for assistance (or more likely gawking). My family and I kept going slowly as we passed the scene. Whether it was a mechanical failure, roadway deterioration, driver error, excessive speed, or some combination, I’ll never know, but I hope no one was hurt. Still, a nightmare of a way to start your vacation."
"I saw three bad car accidents in particular on I-70 while on the volunteer fire department. These three accidents still haunt me 20 years later. I will give a brief summary of each situation
The first one, an elderly couple got pinned in their seats after multiple rollovers. Their car caught fire, while trapped inside. Neither one of them managed to escape. By the time we arrived on the scene, it was a done deal. Both burned beyond recognition.
The next one was a rollover as well, which came to rest on the passenger side of their minivan. Family of three, the mother and child survived, the father passed instantly. What made this one so bad was how the father passed. The windshield of the minivan slid into the leading edge of a low laying guard rail, which decapitated him. Luckily, their child was restrained behind mom on the driver's side or it would have turned into two fatalities instead of one.
The last one was a suicide. A husband and a father, which he and his wife were going through a divorce. He took an exit ramp off I-70, made a U-turn back down which he came, back into oncoming traffic. He proceeded to drive westward on an eastbound lane. Semi-tractor and trailer came along and literally fattened the little car he drove into it with. I mean this guy was up to highway speed and the semi driver had no time to react to him coming. That little car went straight underneath the frontend of the tractor and out the back of the semi-trailer, underneath each axle in between."
"A friend of mine and I were on our way to Bellingham Washington from Olympia. It was a super hot day and a long drive. About three-quarters of the way there, we were the third car behind an oil carrying semi with approximately two car lengths between each vehicle. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, the oil truck burst into flames.
We were in instant shock, so much fire, across four lanes of traffic. Thank goodness we were at an exit when it happened. My friend took a sharp right and we were off of the freeway. The truck blew up on a bridge so we got a good look at it as we passed it, and we headed to the freeway entrance so we could continue our trip.
We had the air conditioning on full blast, all the windows up, and we could still feel the heat from the fire. We got lucky being right behind it, cause if we had been any later, we would have never made it to Bellingham. The interstate was closed down due to investigation and repairs for a good eight hours and nobody was getting through. It was quite an experience."
"I was driving to work at four am, and there were barely any cars on the roads.
I was driving North, on Route 95 going about 60 miles per hour when I notice a man walking on the same highway I was driving, but in opposite direction in the middle of the first lane. I saw he had on a red checkered jacket and did not have anything in his hands.
As I'm driving, I'm looking for his car, thinking about how unfortunate that is for him. I hate seeing people walking on the highway, he probably busted a tire or ran out of gas.
I get to work, completely forgetting about the man I saw walking on the highway until a co-worker comes in a later and says, 'Did you hear about the guy who was killed on the highway this morning?'
My heart dropped.
I said "No! But I saw a guy walking on the highway in the middle of the far right lane."
"He had left a hospital and was wanting to end his life,' she sadly told me.
It was indeed, the same guy I saw. I felt horrible for the rest of the day. I just couldn't believe it. Very sad."
"This incident took place almost 20 years ago, and it's still etched in my head. I was on I 10, moving east from Dallas, Texas to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I remember looking across the interstate for no real reason. I saw a speeding car lose direction and drive right off the road into a tree at top speed.
It was awful, and I highly doubt it was survivable. I called the highway patrol the next day to see if anyone survived. They wouldn't tell me a thing about what happened. The car must have been doing 75 or 80 when it hit the tree. It's still upsetting."
"In New York, I was driving on a parkway and a truck was on the road (it didn’t belong there). The truck driver must have thought the truck was low enough to get under a bridge, but it wasn’t. The truck slammed into the bridge, the back doors of the truck swung open, and crates of ice-burg lettuce came tumbling out of the truck.
The truck driver tried to back up, and he caused multiple car accidents, damage to the bridge, and heads of lettuce bouncing all over the road. Chaos! People were jumping out of their cars, and traffic backed up for hours. I was on a ramp coming into the traffic, so the crash didn’t affect me at least!"
"I was driving to work at about three am in the dark on the freeway in Houston for a job that started across town at 4:30 am. I saw a lot of police car lights flashing ahead across the divider. I slowed only very slightly, and I saw a body in the road lying on it’s back. It was a lady with her shoes. She’d been plastered by a speeding car so hard that she’d popped I think.
The police had covered her body with a yellow tarp. It covered all but her poor feet. But her blood had flowed out in a wide puddle all around her upper body on to the cement and it showed slickly in the colored lights. Must have been 10 feet wide. It was a terrible sight I thought."
"My family and I were sliding down an icy slope in a big letter V made by my car and U-Haul trailer.
I was coming over the top of a hill, in the inside lane, at about 60 miles per hour. It was about three am, and I saw an 18-wheeler jackknifed in the grassy meridian at the bottom of the slope about a mile ahead. I stepped off the gas and steered slowly into the right lane. That’s when the trailer started to swing out beside me.
So I turned slowly back and got the trailer behind me again. The problem was I was drifting left, and my path was on the 18-wheeler. One more right lane try didn’t work, so I lined up the trailer behind me again in the left lane and smashed down on the brakes. Finally, I got to dry pavement. Stopped, got out, and let go of the breath I had been holding.
Next town I stopped for a cup of coffee. Didn’t get to sleep at my destination for another 12 hours."
"While driving a big rig, I was going through Iowa during freezing rain. I was in a convoy of big trucks running about 25 miles per hour, and the road was totally ice-covered. Another big truck came barreling past us in the hammer lane, probably rolling about 65 miles or even more. The CB radios came alive with drivers warning that fool that the road was a sheet of ice, to no avail.
About ten minutes later, we came upon said truck wrapped around a bridge abutment. The engine of that truck had traveled around 100 feet past the rest of the wrecked truck. I’m pretty certain that the driver didn’t survive."
"I was involved in an accident on the interstate involving my smallish Toyota Camry and a big semi-truck (with slats, probably used for livestock)
I was driving back home from visiting my boyfriend at the time, now husband, in Indianapolis. He had been in the hospital for two/three days for a video EEG. I went up to see him on the second day.
The aforementioned truck was driving beside me and pulled over towards me close enough to take my side mirror!
I pulled off the road and called it in then promptly had a panic attack and called my grandparents in tears.
I was supposed to text my boyfriend when I got home— he ended up texting me about four hours after I had left wondering why I hadn’t texted him."
"Years ago I was on my way to work on I-680 north in San Ramon, CA. Back then, there was no divider between the north and south, just a median of grass, which at that time of year was fairly dried out. The road is straight and flat there and I could see probably a half-mile ahead.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a cloud of dust rising and spotted a car in the median strip, traveling southbound. It was probably about 1,000 feet away.
Then I saw it emerge from the dust cloud. A Mercedes sports car. It passed from the southbound through the median and onto the northbound side.
And there it hit head-on with a car in the northbound lane.
The two cars spun 360 degrees and came to a stop in the passing lane of the northbound side.
I was still some distance away and had music on my radio. So I didn’t hear the collision, just saw it. It was like watching a silent movie in real-time. Very surreal. Fortunately, this was still early in the morning and there wasn’t a lot of traffic. The other drivers and I, traveling north, were able to slow and pass in the slow lane.
My guess is the Mercedes driver was trying to pass in the southbound passing lane and went a bit too far and hit gravel/grass and lost control.
Miraculously, no one was seriously injured."