| | CARA'S LAST RIDE
CHAPTER 1: "Late Night"
So the guys (Dylan, Chad, Luke, and Bob) and I had just played a show at Connecticut College and were making the 12 hour trek back home to Indiana. Once we got home, Dylan and I were going to visit local nursing homes around the Indianapolis area, Bob and Chad were going to volunteer at the Wilson Boys and Girls club (Chad was going to run the basketball program, of course), and Luke was going to order a pizza.
CHAPTER 2: "What's That Noise?"
Well, it was about 6:45 AM, a smooth and successful ride so far, 70 mph on an open, northeastern Pennsylvania interstate. I was driving and the guys were sleeping contently when we approached a bridge that spanned a small creek. Right before we got to the bridge the back-passenger's side tire came off the van.
CHAPTER 3: "The Aftermath"
The entire back of the van was engulfed in sparks as we skidded out of control down the interstate. Somehow, we made it safely to the shoulder. I told the rest of the guys to stay in the van while Bob and I got out partly to inspect the damage and partly because we were pretty sure it wasn't safe to stay in the van.
The van had slid approximately the length of a football field on the back axle, which was now about half gone. Everything was gone. Everything. The tire, rim, brake drum, brakes and everything that holds it all together was nowhere to be found.
CHAPTER 4: "The Search"
Bob and I began the 25 to 30 second jog across the bridge (the other way) to look for the wheel. We immediately noticed that the grass on the side of the road where the wheel had actually come off the van was on fire. Flames shot up 6 to 10 inches off the ground nearly claiming our ability to walk in it's grip. Dodging the obstacle, we continued on the hunt. Up the hill we found the brake drum lying on the grass. It was steaming in the crisp, early morning air. We could feel the heat radiating from it's body.
"190 degrees Fahrenheit, you think?" said Bob
"No. Celsius" I said
CHAPTER 5: "No...you don't think...no..."
Bob and I left the brake drum where it lay as to let it cool off and went on looking for the wheel. After much searching Bob said "What's that? Down the hill?"
I didn't know the area and neither did Bob so we were going to have to go check it out.
Down the hill, below the bridge was a small, peaceful creek. We knew our search was over when we saw the wheel lying a few feet from the edge of the creek and immediately began sighing sighes of relief. But as we got closer, we both noticed a large deer lying about 5 feet from the wheel. After further inspection we found that the deer was not only dead but had died very recently AND it had a rather gaping head wound.
CHAPTER 6: "So This Is What We Think Happened"
So this is what we think happened: The deer came to the creek, as it did every day, around 6:45 in the morning. When the wheel exploded of the van it flew down the hill and smashed the poor deer's head as it was taking its morning drink.
CHAPTER 7: "What Are The Odds?"
I know. What are the odds that the wheel came off and smashed the deer's head in? BUT what are the odds that the wheel just happened to fly off and land next to a freshly dead deer with a rather gaping head wound?
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