Ever had your mirrors hit by a pasing truck?
I was talking to another RVer the other night and we were exchanging stories about driving. Both of us had stories of mirrors being hit by trucks. In his case, his was ripped off. I was lucky, an...
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Wow, this thread is still going?
I've been ignoring it for days because my story is long...
This was out first year as infield campers at Chicagoland Speedway.
After the race, we left out kinda quick. We stopped where the cops were directing traffic at the owners lot exit, waited for a few Prevosts to make the turn and head under the tunnel.
Just as it was our turn, this Joliet cop on a Harley rumbles into the intersection. he does a couple circles in front of us and motors over to my side window and shouts "where you headed"?
My answer is "I80 West" He hollers "follow me", turns on his lights and siren, and heads through the tunnel in the opposing lane, bypassing all the outbound traffic. As we come out of the tunnel onto the ring rd intersection, all the cops are stopping traffic to let us pass. We continue north of the track on the little 2 lane they route all the westbound race traffic thru, following that crazy cop on his Harley.
At each intersection, the other cops are stopping traffic for us, we never stop.
Cars coming at us on this 2 lane (no curbs, no shoulders, open ditches) are driving off the road into the ditch to let us pass.
We start coming past the race car haulers, giant frieghtline 18 wheelers pulling huge trailers full of millions of dollars of race cars and parts. They are pulling as far right off the road as they can to let us by.
As we go by the #18 Kyle Busch M&M's hauler, my mirror clips his and knocks it off, no damage to mine.
Eventually, we get to the onramp. My cop buddy does a figure 8 in the road, shuts off his lights and siren, and continues north into Joliet.
I swing the Monaco onto the on-ramp, blast the airhorns, and look at son#1 in the pass seat. And we both say at the same time:
"Did that really happen"?
Yup. It did.
I've been ignoring it for days because my story is long...
This was out first year as infield campers at Chicagoland Speedway.
After the race, we left out kinda quick. We stopped where the cops were directing traffic at the owners lot exit, waited for a few Prevosts to make the turn and head under the tunnel.
Just as it was our turn, this Joliet cop on a Harley rumbles into the intersection. he does a couple circles in front of us and motors over to my side window and shouts "where you headed"?
My answer is "I80 West" He hollers "follow me", turns on his lights and siren, and heads through the tunnel in the opposing lane, bypassing all the outbound traffic. As we come out of the tunnel onto the ring rd intersection, all the cops are stopping traffic to let us pass. We continue north of the track on the little 2 lane they route all the westbound race traffic thru, following that crazy cop on his Harley.
At each intersection, the other cops are stopping traffic for us, we never stop.
Cars coming at us on this 2 lane (no curbs, no shoulders, open ditches) are driving off the road into the ditch to let us pass.
We start coming past the race car haulers, giant frieghtline 18 wheelers pulling huge trailers full of millions of dollars of race cars and parts. They are pulling as far right off the road as they can to let us by.
As we go by the #18 Kyle Busch M&M's hauler, my mirror clips his and knocks it off, no damage to mine.
Eventually, we get to the onramp. My cop buddy does a figure 8 in the road, shuts off his lights and siren, and continues north into Joliet.
I swing the Monaco onto the on-ramp, blast the airhorns, and look at son#1 in the pass seat. And we both say at the same time:
"Did that really happen"?
Yup. It did.
