Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981
Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981
I was driving a new red Mustang with T-tops
I felt sizzling hot
Everyone ahead of me was inching along
What is wrong with all these OLD people?
I raced around them
I had never heard of black ice
And now I was its victim.
My Mustang flew off Interstate 80
I was upside down, ready to land on my T-tops
I yelled “GOD! HELP ME!”
a giant hand came down from the sky and flipped me before I landed
WHOOSH! I landed in a snow bank.
Snow flew up past the windows on all sides.
A guy in a suit began walking down the sixty- foot embankment to me.
His coat and suit were snow-logged.
I got into his car. He said “Lady, what did you do with that car?”
He told me he used to work in the pit crew of the Indianapolis 500
and I should have landed on my top. There is no way a car can do that.
And yet it did.
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