We had an interesting evening! We were traveling along the interstate (in our truck, not our RV), when all of a sudden Hubby exclaims "That car is driving in the median!" The car then drove back on the highway, crossed all three lanes to the shoulder on the right, and then swerved back into the far left lane. Obviously something was wrong. The driver was either having a medical emergency like a heart attack or a seizure; or the driver was drunk or high. Either way, we knew a crash was bound to happen. Hubby sped up to get a license plate number, while also keeping our truck positioned in a way that would alert anyone coming up behind us of the problem so no one else would be involved in a crash. Meanwhile, I was on my cell phone calling 911.
Before I could even get 911 dialed, the car crashed into the fence in the median. Not a head-on crash, but more drove along it, taking out about 300 feet of fence. Hubby parked behind them and ran to the car to make sure everyone was okay. He came back saying everyone in the car is either drunk or stoned. They were obviously not even aware of what happened. I completed the call to 911 and was assured help was on the way.
We stayed with the car until the police showed up. Hubby had the hazards on, plus would tap his brake as vehicles came up behind us to warn them to watch out. As we were sitting there, one of the passengers stumbled out of the car and started toward us. We were not at all interested in getting involved with them, we just wanted to keep everyone safe. So, Hubby backed up the truck a bit to keep our distance. He then stumbled back to the car, and the other passenger and driver got out. They were stumbling all over each other and finally sat down in the median. We then realized that the first passenger was going to try to run across the interstate to the other side! We were sure that in his intoxicated state, there was no way he would make it safely. Hubby had his hand on the door handle, ready to go out and grab him if he tried to cross. Thankfully, he waited until there was plenty of room, and then he did cross. Hubby put Son in charge of keeping an eye on where he went.
Meanwhile, the driver of the car got up and was stumbling toward our truck while talking on her cell phone. It was like something you would see on TV. As she was walking towards us, I don't think she even saw us, she was so wasted. Hubby started to back up again. We hear a crunch and a hissing sound. We had hit one of the broken fence posts and were now sitting there with a flat tire.
In all this time, the police still had not shown up. These people were really making us nervous with their stumbling around near the highway. We called highway patrol again and updated them on the situation and tried to find out where they were. They seemed to be taking forever.
Of course, while all this is going on, we were feeling the effect of all the TV shows and movies we've watched, and were expecting guns to be drawn at any point. So, it didn't help our frame of mind when a car stopped a ways behind us, and someone got out and started walking up with a flashlight. We were wondering who the driver had called and when were the police going to get here! Then relief, we saw the lights of a police car. Only they stopped behind the car that was a ways back! We're watching the police car, as it then backs up, this person with the flashlight is getting closer, and the people from the accident are still stumbling around. This was not looking good.
Phew, relief again when we realized the person with the flashlight was a policeman. He had parked at the beginning of the accident. A short while later, another police car pulled up behind us. They briefly asked us what had happened, and then approached the driver and passenger that were in the median. Meanwhile, Hubby pointed out the original passenger who had crossed the highway to another officer. Shortly after, the passenger was being escorted across the highway in handcuffs. The original policeman came back and told us everyone in the car was both drunk and high. The driver had told him she crashed because "the road kept getting narrow".
The police gave Hubby a statement form to fill out. We were told we would have to wait until the car was towed out of the way, then they would help us get to a safe place so Hubby could change our tire. Meanwhile, several more police cars joined the group. They had to block off the lane behind us because one of the cables from the fence was still in the lane and pulled tight. During all of this, the driver of the tow truck was having a difficult time loading the car as it was hung up on one of the broken fence posts.
As we're sitting there, another police officer walks up and asks if we realize we have a flat tire. He then started asking about a jack. We told him we had one, but he thought they had a better one. He came back a few minutes later with another police officer and a couple of jacks. Hubby got out the tool for the spare, and the police officers went to work changing our tire! Hubby came up to the truck and warned us not to move though. Since the truck was on a bit of an angle, the jacks were barely holding it up. Son was leaning out the window watching, and I hear him say "Oh no!" As I'm wondering "What now?" he tells me that one of the police officers just split his pants while changing our tire! Good grief, what a night this was turning out to be!
Finally, all of the people in the car were handcuffed and placed in police cars; the car was loaded onto the tow truck; the cable was cleared from the highway; our tire was replaced; and we were free to go.
Throughout the whole event, I was continually in awe of the way Hubby handled the situation. He remained calm and in control, and ready for anything. From the time he noticed a problem to the time the police showed up, he was doing what was necessary to keep us safe, the people in the car safe, and the approaching traffic on the highway safe. The police even thanked him and told him he did everything right. My hero!
Now we just need to get a new tire. As my father-in-law says "No good deed goes unpunished..."