One of the two times in my life that I truly thought I was going to die was on the approach to that bridge from Tyson’s Corner. I came up over a rise and had to slam on my brakes because it was a parking lot in front of me that could not be seen from “upstream.”
I quickly looked in my rear view mirror and saw a Mac truck barreling down on me with no place to go. I blurted out “Jesus, save me!”, which was very uncharacteristic. I don’t know what happened to the truck, but somehow he avoided me and everyone else.
I was newly married at the time and was commuting to Tyson’s Corner from northeast Baltimore. We were expecting our first kid. I took it as a sign that God didn’t want me to make that commute anymore, so I found a job in Baltimore and have had reasonable commutes since. That was over 30 years ago. One of the best decisions I ever made to make sure my commutes from then on were short and safe.
For the life of me, I can’t figure out why 495 in that area curve so much.