I was making my monthly pilgrimage back home from Northern California to Las Vegas yesterday. After 8 hours on the road (6 since the last gas stop) while passing through the micro town of Indian Springs, NV an elderly gentleman choose to pull out of a side road across the 4 lane Highway 95 right in front of my '13 Chevy Silverado. He had previously stopped at his stop sign, obviously seen me and remained stopped as I transitioned my gaze from him on the side to the front of my vehicle. As soon as I looked away, he accelerated from the stop. I saw the impending collision with my peripheral vision and slammed on the brakes. He stopped his truck directly in front of mine with the center of my grill perpendicular to and lined up with his driver's side door.
In my estimation, there was no way I was going to avoid a collision. I had hit the brake petal as soon as I saw the movement, and probably pushed it hard enough to bend metal. I was just hoping to slow enough to not kill the man, and had my arms braced on the steering wheel for the impact. Fortunately, I had recently purchased new tires, and road conditions were ideal. I didn't feel the ABS cycling, but the truck slowed like I had dropped a hook and took an arresting cable. I came to a stop maybe 5-10 feet from his truck. I motioned for him to go ahead (I wasn't moving), but he threw it in reverse and backed up to his stop sign. I was real relieved and not upset with him as there is no way he could have done this on purpose unless he had a death wish.
I still don't know if it was great tires, the magic of modern ABS, or my guardian angels that I had worked so hard in my youth come back for another save.
In my estimation, there was no way I was going to avoid a collision. I had hit the brake petal as soon as I saw the movement, and probably pushed it hard enough to bend metal. I was just hoping to slow enough to not kill the man, and had my arms braced on the steering wheel for the impact. Fortunately, I had recently purchased new tires, and road conditions were ideal. I didn't feel the ABS cycling, but the truck slowed like I had dropped a hook and took an arresting cable. I came to a stop maybe 5-10 feet from his truck. I motioned for him to go ahead (I wasn't moving), but he threw it in reverse and backed up to his stop sign. I was real relieved and not upset with him as there is no way he could have done this on purpose unless he had a death wish.
I still don't know if it was great tires, the magic of modern ABS, or my guardian angels that I had worked so hard in my youth come back for another save.