By
Sage Hill
As
a Kansas Highway Patrol Trooper assigned to the Turnpike, you might expect my
story to involve an accident that I personally worked. While it’s true that I
have worked many horrific crashes, my personal involvement in this piece
doesn’t place me at the scene of one. Let me explain.
On
July 1, 2014, I was working a voluntary overtime day as part of federally
funded program to enhance roadway safety during major travel holidays. Pretty early
in the shift I noticed KTA maintenance crews were busy painting new roadway
lines and stripes just north of the Oklahoma state line. Throughout the morning
and early afternoon I stayed in the area so motorists could observe a patrol
unit close to the crews, and I stopped several cars for various violations.
Later
in the afternoon I was in a line of slow moving traffic passing the paint crew
when I noticed a vehicle coming up from behind them very fast. The maintenance
personnel were in the right lane painting, while multiple conspicuous warning
signs and flashing lights directed traffic to slowly pass in the left lane. I
looked at my own speed, under 40 mph, and then checked the vehicle I had been
watching with radar. I was terrified by when I saw it was going 76 mph, and
still in the right lane screaming up behind the maintenance vehicles.
“Unbelievable,”
I thought to myself. How in the world could this guy not see all the flashing
lights, warning signs, and other traffic that had slowed and moved to the other
lane? As I paid closer attention, I thought I saw something in his hand above
the steering wheel.
I
continued to watch and observed no change. My radar gave a solid tone of 76 mph
as the car was now only a short distance from the back of the rear truck in the
consist of work vehicles. I was unable to warn the maintenance crew, and a very
unusual sense of helplessness struck as I realized there was literally nothing
I could do to change what I was seeing. Nausea began to settle into my gut and
I took hold of my radio mic, preparing to place the request for additional help
that I was sure I would need.
Then,
with what I still believe were literally inches to spare, the vehicle jerked to
left lane, narrowly missing the maintenance truck. The tone on my radar unit
heaved and the display told me it had suddenly decreased speed in order to not
strike the rear of the car in front of it. Swaying movements within its lane
told me the driver was still trying to regain complete control after the sudden
jerk to the other lane. As we passed the line of maintenance vehicles, I made
an effort to calm down. Even though I was disturbed with what I had just seen-
I would still need to be courteous when I stopped the driver of the vehicle.
Once
we reached a safe spot past the work zone, I slowed to the shoulder and allowed
the car to pass before turning on my red and blue lights to stop him. When I
walked up, I saw a young man that was out of breath and had trembling hands. I
was actually pretty pleased to see that he understood the gravity of what had
just taken place. After making sure he was okay, I asked him what had happened.
He was unable to construct a concise sentence due to his excited mental state,
but nodded toward his phone that had been thrown to the other side of the car.
I prepared a citation for failing to yield to a roadside maintenance crew, and
soon he was on his way after assuming responsibility for over three hundred
dollars in fines and the knowledge that he nearly killed himself.
The
next morning I was drinking a cup of coffee in my home preparing for a day off
when I saw something miserable on the news: A young woman had rear-ended a KTA
paint crew in the very same area, and had lost her life as a result. Images
from the scene depicted her destroyed car, and my fellow troopers that worked
the crash said they strongly believe that texting was a contributing factor.
All I could think about was how close the guy I stopped had come to suffering
the same fate.
Driving
is something many of us take for granted. We do it routinely for so many
different reasons; it’s just another facet of our everyday lives that can
seamlessly blend with the others. The same is true for our almost inexplicable
need to be “connected” to the rest of the world. We simultaneously use our
phones while we carry out countless other daily tasks, so it’s easy to allow it
into our world while driving. I’m pleading with you – don’t. As a single 24-hour
period in July can prove to you, the results can be horrendous.
I
hope you never make us write that ticket. Even more, I hope you never make us
work that crash.
Sage Hill is a Master Trooper with the Kansas
Highway Patrol – Troop G (KTA)