Subject: Death-defying car trips
Mine was last year going from Hotton (a small town in Belgium) to my (then!) boyfriend's apartment in Amersfort, The Netherlands. The ex (although a good person) is one of those people that believes nothing bad can ever happen to them, so they refuse to take any precautions at all. And I'm not exaggerating, when I say nada, zilch, zippo...

Anyway, it was a Friday and was raining pretty hard. We here having people over that night for dinner, so he was in a hurry to get back. The only bad thing was that one of the cylinders on the car wasn't working, which was causing the engine to not get enough gas. So his bright idea was to get behind 18 wheelers on the highway and have their draft pull us along. For the next 5 to 6 hours, we were about 6 inches from the back of any given truck, sometimes with the car in neutral being pulled along at about 60 miles per hour. His car was a tiny 2 seater, and there is no way that any of those trucks could have even known that we were behind them, so if anything happened, they couldn't have been prepared. If even one of those trucks had stopped quickly we would have been decapitated instantly!

I was so scared, that I had to put my head down and try to read my book. I couldn't even look at the road and just told myself over and over again if I die, so be it, it's out of my hands. By the time we got back to his apartment I was such a wreck I don't even think I was capable of coherent speech. We broke up soon after :)

Cat in Chicago