An Eventful Trip Home

摘要

My most memorable car ride took place one Sunday afternoon on a lonely stretch of I-10. I was returning from my parents' house in Tallahassee, Fla., to Pensacola, where I was stationed at Sherman Field. I had been on the road about an hour when the rain began to come down in earnest. I had seen many rainstorms before, but this one was heavy. Visibility was so bad I slowed down to 20 mph, hoping I would have time to stop if I saw brake lights ahead. The deluge lasted only a few minutes, and, while the skies still looked threatening, visibility was good, so I sped back up to highway speeds—about 60 mph. I really liked my truck. A 4x4 crew-cab pickup, it was the first new vehicle I ever had bought. I had been looking forward to getting to take it off road, though I never thought that chance would come in the next few moments. I hadn't noticed the standing watef in the ruts worn in the road.