A Day I’ll Never Remember
This story took place nearly 25 years ago July 31, 1988. The date will never be forgotten, but that day, will never be remembered.
It was a hot, record-setting afternoon (105 degrees Fahrenheit), but our friends from St. Paul, Minnesota chose this scalding hot day to see our new place (which at that time was 4 years old) in rural New Richmond, Wisconsin. However, the house was built without central air and so to get away from the heat we went to the nearby Cedar Creek Inn.
The afternoon heat became the heat of the evening and so may have dropped 5 degrees but maybe not that much. Really, does it make a difference once it reaches 100?
The wives remained at the corner tavern with the dusty dirt parking lot while Mike, and I left and were outside viewing Nancy’s new car because he hadn’t seen it before. We met the ladies down there in my pickup.
“Enough looking Mike. Want to go for a ride?” I knew Mike didn’t like driving but I just loved it, and especially my wife’s newly purchased car.
The car was a brilliant black outside while the inside was softer black cut velour. There were smoke colored T-Tops. The car had wide P205/60-15 Goodyear Eagle GT tires. Those tires were on the unforgettable and stylish brushed aluminum slotted wheels. The ground effects contributed to the sleekness of the body and the car looked as though it were hovering about 4 inches off the ground and ready to pounce!
The interior was like entering into the cockpit of a future car…like the talking “Knight Rider,” have you ever seen that television series? There was a wondrous deep-sounding bass that you felt in your gut and heard as if in the recording studio. You controlled how much bass or treble to where the car sounded like a true concert hall. The 5 band graphic equalizer made you feel you were somewhere at the band’s studio. There was a pump for lumbar support in the driver’s seat and a chronograph that allowed one to time their speed in whatever intervals pleased them. I did that once in 5-second intervals until reaching a speed of 140 mph, then my turn was upon me. I had to travel past the turn-off because I didn’t want to slam the brakes and perhaps put me into a spin.
We got in and I turned the key listening to the low, smooth, inhaling of the turbocharged engine. Mike glanced in my direction and asked, “Aren’t you going to put your seat belt on Steve?”
Well no, I never wore one for when I began driving they were only considered a nuisance, something you could maybe find in the crack of the seat. “Na, we’re only going to my house about ½ a mile up the road, well you know.” The nearly fatal mistake.
I took it slow so as not to raise any dust and mar the shiny black finish until we crossed the bridge on C and turned onto CC only about 100 feet. Loud music, tops off, air conditioning on I slammed through the gears, 5 of them.
Mike looked in my direction and said, “Both hands were on the wheel; you were driving fast but you always did and then all I heard was ewww…owww…ahhh…ughh as branches, leaves, sticks and corn stalks were coming in, Steve! I yelled but there was no answer.
The car stopped flipping and ended up in the middle of the field. Dazed, I called out your name again, but it did no good. I tried opening my door but could not. I sucked my gut in a little and pulled myself through the roof where the panels had been removed.
Aimlessly, I got out and away from the car and began walking, trying to find a road.
Finally, a road and I saw somebody in the ditch bent over and a woman standing by his side. I don’t know why but I began running towards that body lying in the ditch and screaming, don’t you die you sonofabitch!” I don’t know why I did that because I was still about a 100 yards away, hell. I couldn’t see if that was you lying there but who else could it be?
Well, miraculously I didn’t die because God’s Grace was upon me; why was I saved and who else could have done that for me?
I had been pronounced dead and given my “Last Rites,” I lay in a coma for 2 months and spent more than a year at hospitals, nursing homes, and finally a rehabilitation center.
I took driver’s training again and like when I was 16 passed the test the first time. I went to a number of schools never finding or being able to keep up because of vision, dexterity and speech problems.
I lead a humbled life this time around because there are still traces of that near-fatal car accident in me. Thank you, Lord, for showing me the “Light.”