About 3 miles short of joining up with 77 in Florence, I saw the worst wreck of my life. I got there just as police showed up to shut down the road.
Two semi trucks had apparently collided head-on. One must have went asleep at the wheel because no one else was involved and the road was just one long flat stretch.
These huge trucks had been reduced to small pieces barely recognizable. There just was no way possible anyone could live through this kind of crash. When I came back through that night, a gas station clerk confirmed that both drivers had died.
I just thought I'd post this because I know many of us die hard discers put a lot of miles on the road. There have been many times I haven't got much sleep the night before a tourney. While I'm fine that morning, after a day's worth of golf, that drive home can be an excercise of endurance in itself. DM4 and Ron can probably vouch for that.
So, that wreck was pretty sobering. And I was already sober... We don't always have these reminders with us of how driving is the most dangerous thing most of us will ever do.
What is the moral? Drive with good tread and start drinking more coffee!
