Fact: two days ago, as my wife was driving approximately 45 MPH down I-35W in Fort Worth, with my two daughters (aged 2 years 11 months and 3.5 months) strapped into their car seats, a big rig pulling a nondescript white trailer clipper her right rear corner, spun the car around its front bumper, dropped the car off to its left side, and kept on driving.
Fact: this happened on the up-ramp of an overpass, leaving nothing but an old-school guard rail between the car and the ground 10-15 feet below.
Fact: not so much as a scratch on my wife and kids (save some extremely minor neck tendernes in wife the next day), and after the rescue personnel changed her front left tire, she was able to drive away.
Fact: yes, the bastard kept on driving, as if he didn’t notice he had thrown a Buick sedan off the road, basically leaving my family for dead. A witness to the accident kept chase for a bit, got the license plate number and a vague description of the vehicle (nondescript white cab with sleeper, nondescript white trailer, maybe a reefer, forgot to get the state from the license plate, no description of the driver), then came back to tell the police.
This has been such an incredibly surreal event, we’re still having to tell ourselves that it’s actually happened. Occasional calls from the insurance company have served as a regular reminder.
Opinion: if my wife had been driving a top-heavy SUV instead of a bottom-heavy Buick sedan, that she would’ve rolled. Her parents swear up and down that SUVs are inherently safer than almost any other vehicle on the road.
Opinion: the driver of the semi was probably pulling illegal cargo.
My wife called me on her cell phone minutes after stopping, just after calling 911, to tell me they were OK. When your spouse starts a phone conversation with “we’re OK”, you know something’s wrong. I went through all the emotions within about 30 minutes, and now I’m relieved that my loved ones are safe. I hope they catch and jail the asshole who did this. I just don’t know what else to say about it.