Posted by Tucker Hottes at 11:13:00 AM on February 28, 2006
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To close out last night's Dave Chappelle performance, Dave welcomed a Philly street poet named Black Ice to the stage. It was a powerful and thought-provoking performance, but wound up being strangely prophetic.
About 20 minutes into the drive home on 476 North, we drove straight into a random snow/ice storm. At first, we really didn't think anything of it, but soon visibility dropped to around five feet. Shortly after, we came upon a huge eight-car pileup. Ok, one bad accident, time to take it a little easier. A few more yards down the road and there was another set of fender benders. It was getting ridiculous.
There were cars splayed all over the side of the turnpike. We watched a guy in front of us lock up his brakes trying to slow down and slide right into a tanker truck. Another few miles and we came upon the scary sight of a car on its side blocking the entire right lane. I've never seen so many car accidents in my life - thankfully it didn't appear anyone was seriously injured in any of the ones we drove past, just pissed off and cold.
The devastation continued until we finally got to the 22 exit, and we figured from there it would be home free. Nope, if nothing else 22 was worse. Actually, now that I think about it, that shouldn't have been surprising at all - it's 22. Finally my friend dropped me off (props to Jeff for the great driving skills) and he called me about an hour later (to get to bethlehem from Allentown) to say he was safe. It's bad to say, but we both thought we might have been one of the only cars to make it out in one piece.
Other than waking up and cleaning off their cars, I wonder how many people even knew this storm happened. Needless to say, it was clear a little caution in driving could have avoided a lot of the carnage we saw played out on the asphalt.
-Tucker
