Normally, when I go to NJ for the weekend, the trips down and back are pretty uneventful. Not so much this time. First off, I made the trip alone because Mike has been away all week “geeking out” in Indianapolis. But I’ve driven it before, so it wasn’t a big deal. My only worry is with getting tired, but I brought coffee and drove during the day, so that worked out well. Plus I had XM crankin’ the tunes! Yay. On the way back, however, before I crossed over into Pennsylvania, I saw a white Ford Bronco or Explorer (some kind of older truck-like thing) in the left lane that seemed to be driving erratically. I kept my distance, but watched him closely: left lane, rumble strip, left lane, rumble strip, middle lane, straddling the line, middle lane, right lane, right rumble strip. In other words, he was all over the road, and practically running into other cars the whole time. He was quite a bit ahead of me, but I decided to get in close enough to take down his license plate number: NY – CUW 4135. He had to have been going about 80 miles an hour and he was smoking to boot. Could have been just a cigarette, but regardless, he was completely out of control. I watched him cut someone off, and nearly plow into someone else, and that’s when I decided to pick up the cell and dial 911. Plus, I was worried that once we got into the Delaware Water Gap area, he’d be an even bigger threat. Two lanes, no guard rails, twisting winding road, and one drunk and disorderly driver: that’s a recipe for disaster. I gave the license # to the dispatcher and then they transferred me to Highway Patrol. I gave them a brief description of the vehicle, and then I LOST THE FREAKIN’ CALL. Damn cell service sucks in the mountains. They didn’t call back, so I can only hope that they got all the information they needed. At some point I blew by him just to get as far away as possible, so I didn’t see if he caused any carnage or if he was picked up by the police. Let’s hope it was the latter. YIKES!
