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Kirby and I were driving south on 17, around the curve in between Hamilton and Camden.  It was late at night and there was a moderate amount of traffic flowing with us.  Suddenly, cars were coming toward us in the wrong direction.  It really freaked me out and I started to panic and slow down.  But as I did, a large vehicle came straight at us and there was nowhere to go so I hit the breaks and slid my truck sideways, going directly at the vehicle leading by the driver’s side door.  We stopped just in time and the only damage was a round puncture into my door by the front-end of the vehicle.  I rolled down my window and poked my head out to observe how I’d come so close to being crushed as Kirby got out of the truck and walked away.  I wondered what on earth he was doing as I watched him walk right off the freeway into a neighborhood.  I drove off after him and picked him up, but as we drove further into the neighborhood, we arrived at a t junction where again he got out and walked away into the night, through a park and out of my sight.  I couldn’t follow and peered up the street into this foreign neighborhood wondering what to do next.

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