posted on Jun, 28 2017 @ 01:04 AM
And so the rest of the lyrics of Golden Earing's, Radar Love, go as they do. I true classic. I love the song, and hate it in the same breath.
It was Sunday night, we were headed south on Wyoming SR 191, south out of Pinedale for Rock Springs. The road was long and straight for the most
part. We'd driven it hundreds of times, my best friend, Stu, and I. (maybe even thousands of times).
We'd always gas up before we left town, it was a hundred mile run and the trucks we were driving weren't the most fuel efficient. It was after dark
on a November evening when we left Pinedale for RKS. Quick "hunnert' mile run, we'd done it a million times.
That night, I'd just passed my full EMT cert a couple weeks before, life was good. I had a broken (casted) foot (dumb me) and several stitches in my
face from a tree falling on me,....but it was just another day (in my life anyway). Two lane highway, with heavy oilfield traffic in both directions,
average speed was 80 mph. Just an ordinary night, coming back home. Bought some jerky at that local store for the ride and set out. Stu was tired
so I drove.
We were flying, way faster than the speed limit, passing the convoys of Halliburton trucks, heading back to town. Suddenly I saw some headlights in
the rearview of Stu's truck. It was a car and it was coming up fast...way faster than we were going. Soon enough a black Trans-Am came around us at
well over 100mph (we were going 85-90). It was Kenny. Everybody knew everyone else back then. He had the coolest Trans-Am in town.
I watched the tail lights disappear in the distance in front of us. We were close to town now, maybe 20 miles out. Just coming up to the top of what
they called "14 Mile Hill", which was a long downhill for 14 miles into Rock Springs, Wyoming. It wasn't steep, or particularly dangerous, just a
Kenny knew Stu's truck, and everybody knew Kenny's Trans-Am, it was gorgeous! He honked when he roared by, open pipes and all. Kenny looked like
he really accelerated after he passed us, we could see the back of the Trans-Am squat down and wriggle away in a cloud of dust...even going as fast as
we were. Probably had some hot chick with him...as usual. He was the quintessential ladies man!
When I came over the top of the hill I fully expected to see tail lights down below, but I didn't. Seconds later I passed some thick black "S"
shaped skid marks and went through a big cloud of dust. Thinking nothing of it at first I drove on. But then I thought something was wrong so I
slowed down and woke up Stu. "Stu, I think Kenny might have wrecked!!"
I braked, pulled off on the shoulder and rocketed off back up the hill.
(End Part 1)