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I was traveling south on 465 around Indianapolis in 1995. Traffic started to back up. A dually pulling a ramp-trailer full of cars was to my right.
The woman in front of me wasn't happy with the inconvenience, so she whipped her car into the next lane. The dually swerved to miss her.
He couldn't get stopped before hitting the embankment.
The truck stopped instantly. The trailer sheared the kingpin.
Slid through the cab. And sheared the driver in half.
I watched it all. Saw it all.
It didn't bother me a bit at the time.
I find it does now as I type this, though.
After all this time, why?
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