I am driving to the office today. I am minding my own business.
Of course I am driving from Santa Barbara so I am on the tail end of a 2+hour drive. I should be tired and thinking of anything but driving. Well, if I wasn't the sister of a long-haul trucker, that probably would be true.
But Daniel taught me to pay attention even when I am on the phone or thinking about spring in Kansas or whatever.
So when I noticed the smell of overheated breaks I really began looking around.
I am in the slow lane with my cruise control on 64. Exactly. There is a smaller red car on my left beginning to pass me. There is a truck with a trailer in front of me. A big trailer-either a horse trailer for 8 or a racing car trailer. It had dual wheels all around. And it gave off a puff of smoke.
Now we are going down hill but the grade is not steep and certainly not steep enough to burn brakes.
Little red car is now just ahead of me on my left. I am slowing down. Something is happening and I do not like it.
Truck pulls to the left to pass whatever is in front of it. It is now really smoking.
I continue to slow.
And the left rear tires of the trailer fly off! Straight towards the little red car. Which swerves into my lane.
Because my brother had taught me well. I was on the brakes before the tires left the vehicle. I knew where the little red car was going to go and I knew what to do.
I pulled over by the little red car and checked on the two girls who were in it. A bolt had hit their windshield but they were ok.
We all could have died.
But Dan was watching.