| Wreck on the Wiregrass Road |
This is a true story that occurred when I was about 16 or 17 years
old and one that I will never forget.
I had an old '51 Black Ford that my dad had bought for me to get
me back and forth from high school. It wasn't much of a car but it
got me where I needed to go. It was a straight drive, of course, and
each day I drove it to school, I would park it down close to the
Chappells house at school on a hill. This was necessary because
most of the time the Ford just didn't want to start and me and the
guys that were riding with me would have to give it a shove down
the hill to crank it up.
One Saturday night me and the guys, Marcus Comer, Bill Willard,
Van Berry and maybe Robert Baxley, went out riding around but
my dad had told me not to use the car that night for some reason or
another. Of course, I took it out anyway.
We were cruising down Wiregrass Road from Hamlet when I
noticed a car approaching from behind and he wasn't slowing
down a bit! At the same time, I saw another car coming from the
oppositie direction in the oncoming lane. I only had a few seconds
to decide what to do. The guys in the car didn't know the peril we
were about to face until the last minute when I swerved the old
Ford to the right and hit the shoulder. Right then, the car coming
up from behind swerved to his left and hit head on with the
oncoming car!
Now, I probably should have stopped to see if we could have
helped but with the guys all screaming their ideas at me, we didn't.
I could see someone getting out of the car in the back and throwing
beer bottles into the woods. And, I then saw some people getting
out to help the people in the other car.
I felt the best thing for me to do, especially since I should not
have been on that road in the first place, was to get the guys home
and me home fast. Of course, in hindsight, I should have stopped
to see if we could have been of any help.
The papers the next day never mentioned the wreck on Wiregrass
Road and we never heard anything else about it. We just hoped
that everyone involved came out allright.
old and one that I will never forget.
I had an old '51 Black Ford that my dad had bought for me to get
me back and forth from high school. It wasn't much of a car but it
got me where I needed to go. It was a straight drive, of course, and
each day I drove it to school, I would park it down close to the
Chappells house at school on a hill. This was necessary because
most of the time the Ford just didn't want to start and me and the
guys that were riding with me would have to give it a shove down
the hill to crank it up.
One Saturday night me and the guys, Marcus Comer, Bill Willard,
Van Berry and maybe Robert Baxley, went out riding around but
my dad had told me not to use the car that night for some reason or
another. Of course, I took it out anyway.
We were cruising down Wiregrass Road from Hamlet when I
noticed a car approaching from behind and he wasn't slowing
down a bit! At the same time, I saw another car coming from the
oppositie direction in the oncoming lane. I only had a few seconds
to decide what to do. The guys in the car didn't know the peril we
were about to face until the last minute when I swerved the old
Ford to the right and hit the shoulder. Right then, the car coming
up from behind swerved to his left and hit head on with the
oncoming car!
Now, I probably should have stopped to see if we could have
helped but with the guys all screaming their ideas at me, we didn't.
I could see someone getting out of the car in the back and throwing
beer bottles into the woods. And, I then saw some people getting
out to help the people in the other car.
I felt the best thing for me to do, especially since I should not
have been on that road in the first place, was to get the guys home
and me home fast. Of course, in hindsight, I should have stopped
to see if we could have been of any help.
The papers the next day never mentioned the wreck on Wiregrass
Road and we never heard anything else about it. We just hoped
that everyone involved came out allright.
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