Then, as we were driving home from the tournament, we had a pigeon sized bird smack right into our windshield of our Yukon. I don't think it did any damage, I'll need to wash it to see if there is anything else, but needless to say all that we saw behind us was a mess of feathers. I am confident that bird didn't survive. The thing that was strange about that was the bird didn't really look like it was trying to get out of the way. It didn't change direction or try to fly faster or anything. I think it was on a suicide mission. Sometimes, when you aren't the early bird, it just doesn't seem worth it anymore I guess.
You would think at this point that we would have just called it a day, but Enoch had a trailer full of trash that really needed to go to the dump so we loaded the kids in the Yukon, threw on a movie and headed to the dump. Enoch turned onto the freeway, so we could maybe avoid an all day dump run, but within a couple hundred yards of being on the freeway, we had a semi pass us. We were only going 60 mph but it was enough to fill the trailer with air and make it start to fishtail. Enoch tried to get the car under control, gently pushing the brakes but then we started to lose control of the car. All that was left to do at this point was stop the chaos, so Enoch slammed on the brakes, our tires squealed and we ended up spinning 180 degrees before our car stalled. Lucky for us, the cars behind us were paying attention and stopped before hitting us head on.
Yes, we still went to the dump.
No, not one car stopped to see if we were okay.
No, I didn't scream (I'm not really a screaming type of person).
Yes, I completely held my breath and could hear my heart beat in my head.
Yes, the new rule is that trailer does not go on the freeway EVER again.
Needless to say, it was a Saturday that we do not want to even come close to experiencing again.