Those were some long skid marks.

That trucker must have seen The Black Dog!

I remember rides like this as a child, long, long ago. My parents made us play a silly game. See who can eat the other sibling first!

ay corrumba! know what's cute? when you turned the camera to the backseat, the tape's (or video?) narrator sounded like she was narrating your video "hello. how are you today?" i almost expected stella to say back, "fine, you?" haha

Sucketh!

At first I laughed just cause you panned to your daughters (cute), but then you panned to an 18-wheeler faced in the wrong direction, and I kinda just gasped.

what were you listening to?

That does suck. I always marvel at the emotional ride you take in those situations. You go from being pissed at the backup and desperate for ANY info on why, then bored and frustrated, then resigned, then saddened (often) by the site of the actual accident (and maybe feel guilty for being so pissed at your own inconvenience) and then finally, that wonderful feeling of breaking free from the backup and onto open road again. Ahhhhhhh.

Where were you?

accidents like this are precisely why i feel claustrophobic driving next to, and especially in-between trucks.

*shudder*