Posted on 06/22/2011 8:29:52 PM PDT by Morgana
LOUISVILLE, Ky. (WDRB) -- Tips are now coming in for a story we first brought you last week involving a woman who lost her hand in a road rage crash.
It's not a crash that 52-year-old Pamela Price will ever forget.
"I have nightmares every time I go to sleep," says Pamela Price.
On Friday, Pamela was released from University Hospital after a more than two week stay.
It all stemmed from a Memorial Day crash.
The New Albany woman says she passed a car as she was heading westbound on Indiana 265, that then sped up and she says intentionally caused her to crash.
"There was no doubt about it. Just as soon as he pulled over in front of me he stomped his brakes on," says Pamela Price.
Pamela says the white man, who appeared to be in his mid-50's, with salt and pepper colored hair, drove away in his black Lincoln, which had Indiana license plates.
Pamela crashed and was ejected from her truck. Luckily, a nurse and man with a cooler stopped to help. Her hand had to be re-attached.
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That seems to be the way it works... Similar incident with final outcome: Years ago, I would drive to my job up in Nashville (about 45 miles one way) and on Wednesdays after work would go to church on the way home. This meant going south on a surface street as opposed to traveling south on I-65. Every Wednesday I would encounter this road rager driving a Ford with the licence plate "FOTO"... It didn't matter who was in front of him, they weren't going fast enough. He hacked me off the first couple of times, but then it got to be an amusement on the way to church on Wednesdays. I would just stay on the speed limit and let him rant back there behind me... I mean there wasn't a lot I could do to go faster anyway - it was afternoon rush hour and traffic was very heavy. And so it went, every Wednesday... He would work his way around me and flip me off, then start on the next person in front of him with the same antics. Now this is not just your normal "cussing out loud and flipping them off" kind of guy. He sticks his head out the window and hurls every possible insult that he can think of at you, and gives you the old one finger salute at the same time. I was at no point ever really threatened by him, because I knew what equipment I had in the car and what I am capable of doing with said equipment.
That was not the case one afternoon when he went after a lady on her way home from work... She got scared and started driving faster, but could not get out of his way. He just kept on her back bumper, screaming at her, shaking his fist at her, and honking the horn... She finally slowed her car and pulled her car over to the shoulder hoping he would go around - he was so steamed at this point that he pulled in behind her and continued his nastiness. She was now even more scared and took off as fast as she could. He did the same. She suddenly had to slam on her brakes due to traffic and he had to swerve around her to the right to keep from hitting her - while he screamed at her with his head out the window. Well guess what... He should have been looking where he was going... His car left the road, struck (at speed) an immovable object, and he was decapitated by his seat belt. To add to the already terrifying incident that the poor lady went through, his airborne head struck the right side of her car leaving a bloody mess. Now this is a true story... When I heard about the incident, I just thought to myself "Yes, he finally got taken off of the road..." To add insult to injury, the D.A. prosecuted the lady. Thank goodness he was unsuccessful.
Moral to the story: If you don't keep your head while behind the wheel, you might just lose your head.
I had a guy do that to me back in the mid-70’s. I was in a gutless chevy vega gt with the new-fangled 60 series radial tires and he was in a GTO with big drag slicks in the back. He passed to get in front of me and then backed off to 35 (in a 45). Every time I tried to pass, he just sped up. So I backed a few hundred yards off and floored it, finally getting up to 70 (it was a very straight road and it was night). He gunned it as I passed but did not judge my speed. He could not keep up with my momentum.
He followed me for about a quarter mile where I made a HARD turn onto another road. He turned and slid across the intersection and flew over the ditch to embed his car deeply into a 10 foot dirt embankment.
In my life, I’ve been chased by five drivers. Two of them wrecked their cars and one just didn’t have the top speed. It was I-90 in eastern Montana. My governor is at 140 MPH (Chrysler 300M) while his Grand Cherokee’s is at 105 MPH. There were two of them together, actually. I topped out at 140 and lost them and every time I backed off to 90 they would catch up. So I lost them a last time and exited the freeway to get gas. Hitting an off-ramp at around 90 is an interesting experience. Brakes matter.
>>If her story is true, then the other guy might be a hot head.<<
I’m not seeing enough evidence to convince me he exists. And if I know cops, they are pursuing the same idea.
Hmmm interesting take. Have you ever been involved in a ‘road rage’ incident?
About 25 years ago I was in my IROC z28 traveling down I44 and some punks decided to do the same thing to me even though they could have simply passed in the passing lane.
I was caught between the concrete guardrail and heavy traffic in the passing lane. Damn near caused a fatal crash as I had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting the jerks.
I was calm but my friend left a mess in the passenger seat.
Anyway, it happens.
I didn’t get the same thing out of this story as you.
I have been involved in countless road rage incidents.
After reading several more accounts of this accident, I am getting more suspicious, she passed the other car (a mystery car), because he was going too slow, and then he passes her and brakes, she panics and hits the guard rail and flips several times, it sounds like she was just flying along at a high speed, and she wasn’t wearing her seat belt, the 30 year dog groomer was coming home from dinner with friends.
The police don’t seem to have anything else to say, and they don’t seem to be offering any more details on the mystery car.
Interesting. This account is all I’ve seen (not doubting you ansel) and I just don’t give a damn enough to research any more accounts. I’ll just take your word for it. I don’t know what she would gain by lying but hey...people are unhinged these days.
We know it was a white guy in a Lincoln. That's more than the press typically reports.
The other accounts don’t say anything different than this one except making clear that the truck flipped, which most of us probably assumed.
It is the vagueness, and the seeming lack of passion by the police on the mystery car, that makes the old hairs tingle a little bit.
Witnesses are mentioned, but they never mention the black car.
I’m suspicious of this one, besides nothing changes the fact that she self destructed, she never even touched the other vehicle, at best, she was engaged in the game at a high speed and careless distances.
It has been 23 days the family is offering a reward, and I think this story will just fade away.
I suspect the LLB's "rage" was not that you attempted to beat him at the duel of the highway, but that he was one of Keirsey's "Supervisor Guardians" that was determined to force you to strictly obey the mandated speed limit. He blocked the left lane to prevent anyone from speeding down the highway. A self anointed civic enforcer!
She was actively aggressive herself, or she would have slowed down behind the other driver in spite of anything he might have attempted to do to her.
That is it in a nut shell, and we all know that.
I often heard them called "Chick Cars," but they were pretty impressive.
Canooker Hockey League? I guess if you towed a motor home full of players around, they could beat 'em up at the next stop light...
I have a CDL. Stopped right now off the I-10 in AZ about 30 miles from a morning load of watermelons headed for Sparks, Roseville, Sacramento and San Francisco.
Just unloaded earlier today to a WalMart DC (distribution center) in Casa Grande with a heavy load from an Americold in Salt Lake. Came the Glenn Canyon way, through Page, then Flagstaff AZ. Got THE last parking spot at the Little America in Flagstaff last night. There was a guy parked crooked, made the space narrow and hard to back (a 53' trailer) into in the dark. That may be why it wasn't taken. But I put 'er in. It was a little tight but do-able.
Nice and cool up that high (7,000ft elevation) at night. Was 112 in Casa Grande. Told the WalMart folks, "nope, I'm not going to open the trailer doors (to a minus 10deg F load) until you are ready to begin unloading". "BUT! You WILL sign me in, because I'm NOT LATE!!! Don't you dare stamp that paperwork 'late'!" "
That caused a ruckus. Hehheh...but the warehouse foreman saw things my way. I dropped the trailer in front of the assigned door, then the yard goat driver had to come open the doors and push it back to the dock doors, about 2 hrs after I arrived.
All of which irritated the yard guy, but kept things cooler, saved on reefer fuel, and still kept wild forklift drivers safe from stupid truck drivers that might try and yank a trailer away from a door while a forklift is going in or out. Guys have died that way...
WalMart DC's makes one open the trailer doors, back in, dolly down and disconnect the tractor from the trailer before checking in...
I moved my tandems too. Don't always, but perhaps should. Some places demand it. Others could care less.
Don't ride or drive right next to motor freight. Don't pull in front of a truck, then slow down. Particularly on downgrades. We DO own the road. We pay for it. Stay out of my way. Modern highways were and are designed for motor freight. It's how and why we can move things around cheaply and efficiently enough,that we all benefit economically and in other ways...
Don't believe me? Go drive some old-fashioned 2 lane US highway blacktop --- then carefully consider why modern Interstates were designed (back in the Eisenhower era) the way they are. Think all of that is for cars? Fat chance.
The PA turnpike cost me more than a hundred $$$'s in tolls, 1 way, last time. Crossing Ohio cast about $30 three times. New Mexico waved me down at the Westbound scales near Texas a couple a few weeks ago (more like a guy came charging out of his little chicken shack furiously waving his arms, and pointing for me to park behind the BIG chickencoop. $38.20 just to drive across New Mexico on I-10. Colorado got me last week at the Lamar scales on US 287 coming up from Amarillo. $20.05. What's up with the nickel? I have no idea...at least they didn't give me a level 2 inspection while they were at it. Having an expired IFTA is the problem. Truck owner keeps threatening to fax it to me. Claims he sent it this morning (to the Little America I'd just left). I think he's lying to me. The guy lies all the time it seems. Haven't been paid in a month, either. Not since I started driving this particular rig. I'm in a foul mood. Like I said, stay out of the way. I got 'chur road rage churnin'...
I've driven probably something around 15,000+ miles in the last 4 1/2 weeks. I could tell you about dumb car drivers... but saw something funny today. On I-17 there was a car alongside the road. Get closer, I see a little feller about 4 or 5 years old about 20 paces from the car, away from the road, pants down, taking a leak ( I assume). What was funny was dad. He ran out from the car toward the kid, snapped a photo, then trotted/slunked back toward his car grinning. Had to laugh.
Ok you opened a door. LOL
Mine was fire-engine red, spoiler on the back and T-tops. It was the hottest thing around and it sounded as mean as it looked.
I had a love affair with that car. Waxed it almost every weekend. I mean if someone tried to sit on it (they didn’t dare) they would have slid to the ground. Bought special covers for it so when I wasn’t driving it, it would be ‘protected’ LOL! sheesh.... I guess youth is truly wasted on the young.
A cop pulled me over one nite (was doing 75 in a 30 stretch on a county road). He loved the car and I managed to ‘talk’ my way out. *sigh*
See...should of never brought it up. :)
If it had been a black guy in a Cadillac, we never would have heard it.
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I was doing 89 (clocked by HP) on a narrow bridge and up the following curved hill, when I was stopped. He asked me if I knew how fast I was going and I had to laugh, “Not a clue...” I said. My stellar driving record saved me from a ticket, thank the Lord. ;-D I was in scrubs, had my name tag on a lanyard, and the tunes cranked up, on my way to work at the ER.
Oh, that road was fun. Very twisty two-lane country hway, I should probably be dead.
*snicker* Those were the days...well I don’t know when your incident took place; just assuming around that period of time (mid 80’s).
When the cop pulled me over, being the cocky smart alec that I was, I demanded to know how he was sure that his radar was accurate at which point he told me ‘to step out of my car’. LOL Then he told me to get in his patrol car and I did . Turns out that (at that time) they calibrated their radar equipment with tuning forks.. He gave me a demonstration. It was quite interesting. Each ‘fork’ had it’s own range and registered on the radar gun. There was no denying that I was speeding...but, was able to talk my way out of it. You too huh? lol...
Good times, good times....
It was 2002. I had a brand new Hyundai Elantra, don’t laugh, rack and pinion steering, six cylinder, five forward gears on a standard shift, GREAT sound, a lot of fun to drive, and like you, I detailed that baby from stem to stern every weekend. I even polished the tires.
Sadly it now has 175K on the odometer, no repairs needed yet but getting old, like me. I haven’t pushed it very much the last few years, just little old lady driving.
He said he’d have to give me a ticket, and I said, “Let me just call my husband at the sheriff’s office, he will never live this down when everyone finds out,” so maybe that did it. I didn’t know him, but he knew everyone at the S.O. The limit was 55 on that stretch of two lane with a 35 curve caution that I routinely ignored, big time.
Hey! If the car will do it....! And there’s only one way to find out if it will.... ;-D
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