I’ve tossed around whether or not to put this up on the board mainly because it is such a relatively innocuous event, albeit in my humble opinion, probably fortean. Once I explain what happened, there will be those out there who will immediately assume that it was simply a mistake on my part. I swear to you, it could not have been a mistake. I’ll explain.
A couple of days ago, I picked my wife up from her work. Rush hour traffic was thick since we live in a small city. As we waited at the traffic red light to enter the main thoroughfare, an old seventies-style pickup truck slowly went through the light on the thoroughfare, all the way off the side of the road, driving on the shoulder. The truck was tan and dark brown, and the bed of the truck was filled with what looked like a lawn mower handle sticking up, dirty two-by-four boards and other old junk. An old man was driving, and there appeared to be someone in the passenger’s seat, though I could not tell even what gender that person was.
The light turned green for us, and I entered the main street. The truck was still moving slowly off the side of the road. I slowed, waited for a chance to safely pass the truck that was apparently having either driver issues or the driver was afraid that the loose trash would fly out of the truck because of the strong wind that day.
We passed easily, accelerating, leaving the truck behind. The old man was smoking, holding his cigarette in his left hand, his elbow on the window. He was shabby-looking and had a thick head of grey hair and full beard. I still could not tell who was in the passenger’s seat. We traveled through the thick traffic, and fortunately made it through two lights without stopping.
At that point the road ahead could be seen with all the cars lining up passing through the lights ahead. That’s when we saw—you guessed it—the old tan and brown truck, far up ahead of us on the thoroughfare, this time in the left lane, still filled with the same trash, moving with traffic.
There was no way that the slow-moving truck could have gotten ahead of us. My wife and I both were stunned, because the whole experience felt weird to us. We considered all the explanations that could have come up, that it was a similar very unusual truck with similar trash in it, or we somehow got stuck at a light and the truck somehow went through the light and got ahead. Nothing seems to fit the circumstances. We purposely have not told anyone else because we figure that most people would logically assume we were somehow mistaken.
A small experience, but one that has been on my mind in quiet moments.
Has anyone else had a similar experience that they would care to share?
A couple of days ago, I picked my wife up from her work. Rush hour traffic was thick since we live in a small city. As we waited at the traffic red light to enter the main thoroughfare, an old seventies-style pickup truck slowly went through the light on the thoroughfare, all the way off the side of the road, driving on the shoulder. The truck was tan and dark brown, and the bed of the truck was filled with what looked like a lawn mower handle sticking up, dirty two-by-four boards and other old junk. An old man was driving, and there appeared to be someone in the passenger’s seat, though I could not tell even what gender that person was.
The light turned green for us, and I entered the main street. The truck was still moving slowly off the side of the road. I slowed, waited for a chance to safely pass the truck that was apparently having either driver issues or the driver was afraid that the loose trash would fly out of the truck because of the strong wind that day.
We passed easily, accelerating, leaving the truck behind. The old man was smoking, holding his cigarette in his left hand, his elbow on the window. He was shabby-looking and had a thick head of grey hair and full beard. I still could not tell who was in the passenger’s seat. We traveled through the thick traffic, and fortunately made it through two lights without stopping.
At that point the road ahead could be seen with all the cars lining up passing through the lights ahead. That’s when we saw—you guessed it—the old tan and brown truck, far up ahead of us on the thoroughfare, this time in the left lane, still filled with the same trash, moving with traffic.
There was no way that the slow-moving truck could have gotten ahead of us. My wife and I both were stunned, because the whole experience felt weird to us. We considered all the explanations that could have come up, that it was a similar very unusual truck with similar trash in it, or we somehow got stuck at a light and the truck somehow went through the light and got ahead. Nothing seems to fit the circumstances. We purposely have not told anyone else because we figure that most people would logically assume we were somehow mistaken.
A small experience, but one that has been on my mind in quiet moments.
Has anyone else had a similar experience that they would care to share?
