This time was scary
On Friday, April 13, at approximately 3 p.m., I was traveling north on Rt. 522, in Virginia. I had my two grandkids (ages 8 and 9) in the car and we were following my son’s car, which was carrying bicycles for an afternoon of bike riding in Hancock, Md.
Approximately three miles before the Virginia/West Virginia line, a tractor trailer, with Pennsylvania tags, and carrying a large silver tank on his load, ran my son off the road. Yes, mistakes and poor judgment do happen, but the driver proceeded to run him off of the road three more times, from the right side of the road and into the gravel and from the left side of the road and into the median. These were hard purposeful swerves right, then left.
My grandkids witnessed this and to put it mildly, they were hysterical. My son was calling 911 on his cell phone and by now we were crossing into West Virginia.
Well I guess the police were too busy to care, even though as we passed the WV State Police station there were two police cars parked in front. All they had to do was walk out their front door and stop this maniac.
The town police were probably too busy giving people tickets for failure to use their turn signals or failing to stop for those in crosswalks.
The one thing that I do know is that this guy was acting crazy. Maybe he could have been taken off the road and someone’s life in the future would be saved.
It really scares me to think that there are three law enforcement agencies in this jurisdiction and they let the big one get away. This time was scary, the next time may be tragic.