I was headed to Martha's Vineyard with my son to close the place up for the winter. He was driving as we were headed up I 95 just before New Haven. I was focused on the speedometer, since we had a ferry to make and he was driving steadily and cautiously and I figured I'd probably be driving faster. And I was aware of the tricky lane changes coming up as route 34 veers off one way, and I 91 another, and 95 another so I was focused on his driving. He was driving steadily at 60 mph, in the center lane.
We were slammed from the right, by a woman in a toyota in dark glasses. She lost control and hit the accelerator instead of her brake. Our car swerved to the right. Some swearing was involved. Oh F...
And then the car swerved to the left. My son held the car to the road and steered out of the skids. No one else hit us and he didn't hit anything else. He managed to get us to the side of the road. And we got out of the car on the passenger side.
The woman pulled over and we called the police. The state police came in a while and took our statements and issued the report number. A tow truck came to tow the toyota, which had blown a tire, maybe worse.
Our car had been hit in the rear and all the side and door panels, but looked to be driveable, and my son said he wanted to drive.
And so he climbed into the car from the passenger's side, and drove on. And we made the ferry in time. No problem.
We got to the house. Put the lawn furniture in the shed and the air-conditioners in the closet. And we went out for hamburgers. Lucky day.
