Years ago, I officed in San Antonio in a building on I35. Two women had their car break down. They didn’t get to the shoulder, nut they did manage to get to the inside lane by the middle divider.
Our whole office watched and watched as one of the idiots tried and tried to cross 3 lanes of heavy traffic at 3:00 in the afternoon. We just knew we were going to witness a brutal and horrible incident. I won’t call it an accident, because the woman was doing this ON PURPOSE!
Anyhoo - long story short - a car stopped and the woman got in and was safely DRIVEN to safety.
God, I still think about that and how traumatized I would be to this day if I did see her get splattered all over I35.
About 30 years ago, a guy broke down in the middle lane of I 71 in Cincinnati downtown, late rush hour. I was walking on a pedestrian bridge over the highway and stopped to watch.
Guy gets out of car and goes to his trunk and starts rooting around! A crowd gathered with me-all of us yelling for him to get away from the car.
He kept it up for 15 minutes or so and then opened the hood and started working!
About five minutes later, a Crown Vic hit the ass end of his little Toyota at 65 mph.
It looked like a toy with all the balls on strings that you drop a ball on one end and the one on the other carries the inertia. The Ford basically came to a stop and that Toyota flew 40 yards down the freeway. The guy flew another 20 or 30 yards from there.
He didn’t get up.
Not sure if he died but the visual has hung with me all these years.