It's 4 am

It was drawing near 4 am in the high desert of Arizona. The truck was running smoothly down the road, easily pulling the grades along I-40 with its 460 horsepower Cummins engine. I had a heavy load on, but I can't remember what it was that I was hauling. The highway was empty except for the occasional big rig. Then along came car (four wheeler in trucker lingo). I was traveling along at about 75 and this car came easing along up beside me. It would get up to the front of the rig in the passing lane and then ease off and fall back to the rear. It did this several time and I got the feeling that something was going on in the car. The next time it got up by my door I took a look inside. Nope, nothing out of the usual. Female passenger asleep and a male driver crouching over the wheel guiding the car along. I wondered what he was thinking riding along side a truck like that? Especially out here in the middle of this expanse where we have no reason to be crowded up like this. With that thought the driver put his foot into it a little and finally pulled ahead as if he had read my mind. As the car pulled away, I noticed something that I hadn't earlier. He was slightly weaving back and forth in the lane. I knew he'd better get off the road pretty soon. There was another truck about a quarter mile up the road and as the driver of the car approached it the weaving became more erratic. He was actually coming out of his lane a little now with each weave. I suddenly wished I had my c.b. hooked up so I could radio the driver of the truck about the car coming up along side him. But I'd just been assigned the truck a few days before and hadn't had a chance to hook up the radio. Then the car went off the left shoulder of the road onto the gravel. The driver pulled it back on but he over-reacted and the swung back hard right onto the road. The tires caught traction while the vehicle was almost sideways and over they went at 80 mph. I don't know how many times the car rolled. At least five. I had to stop. I thought I'd be lucky to find those people alive. I was expecting blood and broken limbs. I pulled the truck to a stop on the right shoulder and ran across into the median. I didn't know what I was going to do. I'm just some trucker, I don't know anything about first aid. I couldn't just keep rolling down the road, though, even if I couldn't be of much help. As I approached the car the man crawled out of the hole that used to be the back window. "My God!," he said, "my God, she's still in there. Help me get her out!" He crawled back into the car and a minute later pulled the petite woman out. She was like a rag doll in his arms. She was unconscious. More people were coming now. A lady with a blanket. A man with a cell phone. People were stopping and helping any way they could. The woman from the accident regained consciousness. Except for the large lump on her head, there were no other injuries. They both were going to walk away. Now the cops were there. I told them what I saw. The sun was coming up as I left the scene feeling spent and useless.

Nicely written, too.

Have a safe trip driver.