Speaking from first hand experience.
Kathy, the boys, the dog, and me were on our way back from a reasonably pleasant weekend at her parents’ house, which is in Virginia, about 3 hours away from our home. About an hour away from our house, on Interstate 97, we hit some milled pavement–the stuff that’s been ground down in preparation for repaving.
Kathy lost control of the van (we think we hit the drop off between the milled and unmilled sections of road). We started to spin into the median and were facing about 8 o’clock when the right front of the van hit the guardrail. Airbags deploy. We continued to spin and the left rear of the van hit the guardrail. We spun a little more, when I believe the front wheels got some traction again and pulled us back across the Interstate, where Kathy was able to hit the brakes hard and slow our impact with a stand of trees.
Kathy and I get out, and I get the boys and the dog out. By this time quite a few folks have stopped. One of the people tells us another, unrelated accident happened right after ours–a motorcyclist hit the same patch of road and flipped over his bike. He was still down when the first emergency personnel arrived so we waved them on down to him.
Kathy and I decide to get the boys checked out, and Kathy, who has abrasions on the back of her thumbs (airbag burns) decides to get checked out too. They strap A. and Kathy to backboards and leave K. in his car seat. Kathy and K go in one ambulance, A. and I in another, off to Greater Baltimore Washington Medical Center. Thankfully, both the boys escaped without a scratch. Kathy’s pretty stiff and is developing quite the shiner courtesy of the airbag. I have a bruise on my shin and my elbow.
The dog faired pretty well, too. One of the passers-by offered to take her, and he lived right by the hospital that examined us. So she played and got treats while the rest of us got poked and prodded, the got dropped off after we were released. (Dog’s life, eh?)
So, all’s well that ends well. We’re ok, the van is decidedly not. Thanks to the folks who watched Phoebe, and also to the nice lady who gave Aaron her saint’s medal to help him feel safe. Believe it or not, there are still good folks in the world. Thank you.