holy shit that was fucked up

we had a series of bitching thunderstorms (my first real one of the season - i keep missing out) that pleased me, but just as they started to fire off, M&i were leaving B&N. and after a fairly uneventful ride up 128, i head north on 93 and that's where things went from bad to fucking nuts.

i'm in the right lane, rolling along, but not going crazy. rain is falling pretty hard when under the ramp that hooks over to target M sees 2 cars crunch. all i see is the first one head perpendicular to the road and go slamming into the guard rail, car parts flying everywhere, bouncing off and spinning 180 degrees. at the same time, i see the other car flat spinning into the guard rail 100 yards down or so, facing south. i hit the brakes pretty hard as M start praying i stop in time. and thankfully, ABS brakes work. i came to a stop and was able to pull off into the breakdown lane. flip my hazards on, gather myself for a moment and get out to see if the driver was ok. M calls 911.

fortunately, he was fine, a little rattled, but he's in fatigues, so i figure his military training helped keep him keep his cool. we both survey the scene, as another car pulled in behind me and she offers to call 911. meanwhile, as we try to figure out what happened - he tells me that out of nowhere, the other car just slammed into him, and he can't seem to find his hat (military berret). we can see another car with the other car involved and it looks like people are ok - someone comes over to check on us and ask if we've called 911. (he has found the berret at this point) we then push his car out of the lane and manage to get it most of the way out (and me in flip flops!). i head back to my car to hear M saying we were on 128 (i correct her and she relays the correct road to 911).

i head back out (it's pouring and i'm soaked) by which point the couple in the other car have come over and they are both ok. we then find out that she had hydroplaned and the next thing she knew, she was slamming into the other car only moments later to slam into the guard rail. at this point, M has given info to 911, and i get ready to make my way off. we thought about staying, but decided that as long as everyone was ok, and a tow truck was nearly there, we would head home rather than hang around.

one of those random thoughts i had was i wish i had a camera. i didn't think about it, but M mentioned that i prolly did think that. she was right. it was more subconcious on my part, but when she mentioned it to me, i remember thinking to myself that i wish i did have my camera.