It was blatantly obvious the car had been sideswiped. I remember as a kid my dad would take, my mom and my sister and I on these strange road trips. One time he took us 400 miles roundtrip and the highlight was watching some jack ass pass several cars, (us included) at the same time and sideswipe the lead car in our lane. My old man pulled along side the victim’s car. His front bumper was ripped off his car and laying in the street, and the old man says, “hey, did he hit you?” BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! It was then I learned the joy of asking the blatantly obvious and how fun it can be.
One other time he tried to kill the 4 of us in a 1976 red Cadillac Seville. The car was incredibly smooth, but it had this wicked whistling sound that could surely be heard for miles once we got up past 35mph. The snowfall was light, less than a foot for sure. We were driving down the mountains after playing in the snow. I remember he was flying down the mountains. So he was getting confident. The car was starting to whistle, which was in indicator he was getting up in speed now. We were in a right turn when he lost it.
It’s the strangest thing to look out the front of the car and see mountain instead of road. The mountain side was on my sister’s side, the passenger’s side. The driver’s side was the dangerous side. It didn’t feel like we were sliding at first. We probably couldn’t tell over the whistling sound. As we rounded into the right curve, the wheels lost traction. Our side started swinging out towards the cliff side. OH SHIT! We’re gonna die! My mom was in near hysterics at this point, and it’s only half over. He damn near got that big ass Cadillac to do a 360 down a mountain road. Not an easy task with 3 people screaming like wild chimps in the car. I’m still convinced that was his attempt at scaring the whistle out of the car.