I left for St Louis yesterday morning at 5:30 am. Roads were wet and slick all the way to Chicago so I kept it at 50-55mph getting passed by trucks the whole way. I turned onto I55 and headed south to St Louis. About 30 miles out of Joliet, without any warning at all, the rear of the truck washed out and turned me to the right. I corrected for the skid but it was too far gone. I felt the trailer jack-knife the rear of the truck and it was pushing me down the road at right angles to the road at 50 mph. I hit the manual over-ride on the electric brake controller for the trailer brakes and when the trailer wheels grabbed it jerked the truck straight. The whole rig moved to the left and I felt an impact but thought it was the force of the trailer brakes. I eased into the truck brakes and got everything stopped on the left shoulder of the highway. At that time I looked in the rear view and saw the tractor trailer into the side of the trailer and I realized with a sinking feeling that we had collided.
The trucker was from Michigan also and had seen the whole thing. He kept saying "You were totally jacked man". He was travelling with his young son who was sitting up in the cab freaked out and crying, no doubt from seeing my trailer coming rushing at him across the highway. We were not alone in our Ice-capades as there was a woman in a pickup stuck in the medien after spinning three times. She also stated there was another spin out but they had a 4x4 and avoided getting stuck.
I moved the trailer further off the highway as the traffic was still screaming past and we were concerned about someone else spinning out and colliding with us. The trucks front bumper had scraped down the side of my trailer starting at the front axle and ending at the rear door, with the worst damage to the left rear wheel and left rear siding. I jacked up the trailer and put on the spare wheel but it looked as though the axle had been bent as the wheel was angled out at the front compared to the front axle. Plus all the aluminum siding was hanging off. 200 miles from home, 200 miles to go, and 400 miles back with a fully loaded trailer. I was not looking good.
About 30 minutes later the salt trucks had gone by (thanks but too late) and the first cop arrived. He made sure everyone was OK but he was out of his jurisdiction so we had to wait another hour for the next cop who was in his jurisdiction. He had us move to the right shoulder of the highway were we sat for more than 1 hour. I later learned that the truckers name came up as a wanted felon but it was apparently a case of mistaken identity and he was not arrested to my knowledge.
3 hours later the police had finished their paperwork, I was cited for "Improper use of lane" to the tune of $75 to be paid via mail. At this time they allowed me to proceed and I headed to the nearest truck and trailer repair shop south of Odell Ill at Exit 201. I got there without the tire exploding and they spent 20 minutes checking out the axles and chassis and installing 6 screws to keep the siding from flapping about. I was charged $41. Even the mechanic was embarrassed by the amount and apologized but his boss had no sense of humor when I commented on how expensive his screws were. Compare this experience to the one we had in Seymour Indiana where we had a flat tire repaired for free because we were out of towner's needing help. Makes me want to buy a John Mellencamp CD.
They also recommended I head back to Michigan with an empty trailer but I was committed so I continued on regardless. I stopped several times over the next 200 miles to check the tires but they were not wearing excessively nor overheating so I continued on. Plan B was to abandon the trailer or find a scrap yard to sell it to, and rent a trailer to bring the Ute back on.
I was in constant contact with the seller so when I arrived 2 hours late it was no surprise. He was also meeting some guys from Bowling Green Kentucky at the same place to sell them a pro-mod chassis and as it happens they arrived within 5 minutes of me. I loaded up the Ute and drove 35 miles north on I55 to the Super 8 in Staunton Ill where I had a room booked. Again the tires seemed to be travelling fine. I arrived there at about 7:30pm and went almost immediately to sleep as I'd been on the road for almost 14 hours.
Next morning it was cold (4F) but the roads were dry and I made good time. Every time a truck passed me it buffeted the trailer in such a way that I now believe that my rig jack-knifed due a combination of ice and the truck I ultimately collided with trying to pass me at 70mph, way above the 55mph speed limit. Of course this idea appeared to late to suggest it to the police and probably would not have changed the outcome anyway. The rest of the trip was uneventful, the spare tire held up (I did have two spares just in case) and I got home about 3pm, in about half the travel time as Day 1.
More information about the Ute as I make room in the garage for it and unload it from the trailer.
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