To brake or not to brake
This month's travel story deals with a head-on crash, a battle with an insurance company, and major lessons learned.
A few miles east of Duluth, a big Oldsmobile swung into my lane. With all the dexterity, but limited knowledge of a 19-year-old, I jammed on the brakes. As the gap closed, I dragged the wheel to the right, but my brand-new Chevy, with brakes locked continued straight ahead.
"I can't turn! I can't turn!" I yelled.
The car answered my cry with a thundering crash of shattering glass and twisting metal. It spun to a stop, still on all four wheels.
