Years ago, it was 1984 or 85, my jeep was in the shop so I was driving a borrowed car from a chevy delearship. The car was a small dodge car. (may be something about Dodge) I was driving on a two lane country road and the sun was right in my eyes. I remember leaning my head back on the headrest and the next thing I remember a dump truck was blowing the horn and he was on my right side! I was already starting to get off the road and heading to a deep ditch still going 60 on cruise control.
I tried to keep as straight as I could and try to stear back onto the road, but knew I was gonna wreck.
It very well could have been my last day if I weren't lucky.
Of course I didn't have a seat belt on, the truck was able to go around me instead of hitting me and I was lucky to have been in a car and not my jeep.
I felt really bad about wrecking that car since it was a borrowed. A friend of mine's dad owned the place and he decided to tell his dad that the left front tire blew out and cuased me to run in the ditch.
So story about is made up if anybody ask! lol