One of my brothers in law is an over-the-road trucker. He told me about a happening he recently witnessed at a weigh station. The station attendant insisted on opening the trailer door. The trucker insisted that he should not do that because it was sealed by the FBI and if the seal was broken, then he'd have to report it. The man opened the seal. About 20 minutes later there was an FBI agent there who took the attendant away.
Then there's my ghost truck story. Everybody I've told said I must have passed out or hallucinated or something. All I can say is that it seemed as real as could be and that I was alert and doing something I frequently did at the time:
It was about 1:20am on the Florida turnpike near Canoe Creek, I believe, and there was very little traffic. Far behind me were headlights I could see in my mirror. After a while it became clear that it was a truck running faster than I was. I was going my customary 62mph. As it got closer I could see the lights overtaking me, then the draft from the nose of the truck buffeted me and my motorcycle, then I glanced to the side and saw a white tractor, kind of like the old White models with no hood. I could hear the engine running. There was orange lettering on the door. It all seemed like I was being passed by a truck, a normal occurrence for any motorcyclist travelling the big roads.
Then the truck disappeared. The lights were gone. The sound was gone. The draft was gone. It was just as if a switch had been turned off. I looked around to see what happened and there was nothing there. The moon was bright. The road was straight. The median and shoulder were easily visible. I have never taken drugs or had a similar experience. It was chilling. I just hunkered down and kept riding and thought about it for days afterward. I can still see it as if it were just yesterday. It was truly the strangest happening I have had on the road.
Then there was a bit of luck. My buddy and I rented a car for a road trip to his dad's house. We were on I-75 headed to Altanta. It was late at night and there was very little traffic. My buddy was driving. We had been in the left lane for quite a long time and he just changed lanes to be in the right lane. There was no reason for doing so, he just did it. In less than a minute we passed an overturned Winnebago that was practically invisible because its dark side was facing traffic. We didn't see it until we were right on top of it. Fortunately we passed without incident (then stopped to render assistance). But had my buddy not made that simple lane change for no reason at all, I'm sure both of us would be dead now.
Got any good road stories to tell?
