One evening, my dad and I were walking home from the grocery store. It was pouring rain and the roads were very slippery. It was calm. The night was very quiet with only a few cars on the street. My father turned onto a dark road surrounded by many trees which made it very narrow. The road continued to a long bridge. I looked out the window and noticed many cars speeding across the bridge. Suddenly I saw a huge truck coming in our direction; the slippery road had caused the truck to lose balance. The truck was a rickety old Benz truck. From the look of the truck's shattered windshield and distorted frame, you could tell that the truck was very old. The driver of the truck, who was a very elderly man, tried as much as possible to control the steering wheel but was unable to do so. The truck continued to advance towards us. My father tried his best to move away from the truck, but our car had tilted to the highest point of the bridge and the truck was coming at full speed. I started to panic and watched as my dad twisted the steering wheel all the way. The s...