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He said he was landing at Ellington Air Force Base, Texas, on a rain-drenched runway. When we arrived at the farm, my father-in-law, who was a former Air Force fighter pilot, told me about a hydroplaning accident he had in an F-101 jet fighter. I then locked the hubs and drove back onto the interstate toward our destination. Exiting the vehicle, I did a walk around and saw the only damage was some mud and grass on our SUV. Surprisingly, she was still sleeping soundly. I leaned over to hug my wife and we both checked the backseat to see if our daughter was OK. Even though we’d been out of control and attempting to steer didn’t help, I’d still hung on for dear life. I looked at my wife, took a deep breath, said a quick prayer of thanks and relaxed my white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel. Fortunately, the vehicle stopped just short of the culvert. As we got closer, I was expecting us to hit the drop-off and flip over. Ahead I could see a 6-foot-wide drainage culvert with a 4-foot drop-off. That was a particular concern because our SUV’s high center of gravity made it prone to rollover accidents. I was afraid one of my tires might catch an edge on a firmly embedded rock, stick or something else protruding above ground. The vehicle headed toward the median and spun through the soggy grass, sending mud flying everywhere.
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I looked over at my wife and yelled, “I have no control!” Time seemed to almost freeze and I was acutely aware of my thoughts and actions. Regardless what direction I turned the steering wheel, the SUV remained in a slow spin as it went down the interstate. I had no control over the vehicle as we went down the rise. I was hydroplaning! What happened next probably didn’t last more than 20 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. My tires suddenly lost traction with the pavement and began riding on a thin layer of water. As the rain worsened, so did our argument and I picked up speed, hitting 74 mph as I topped a rise. As a result, I lost track of how fast we were going. The rain began coming down harder and my wife and I got into a somewhat heated discussion, which distracted me from my driving. Our daughter had already fallen asleep in her car seat in the back. Still, we loaded our vehicle and took off.Īfter an uneventful drive around the city, we merged onto Interstate 10 and continued east.
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The weather that morning wasn’t the greatest, being overcast with frequent showers. We’d been married three years, and our first daughter was 8 months old. At the time, I was stationed in San Antonio, and the farm was located two hours away. My wife and I arose at a leisurely hour and loaded our SUV with all the things we thought we’d need for a weekend at the family farm. It was the start of another beautiful weekend.