On or around the year 2000, I was running a bid run from Gallipolis, Ohio, to Evansville, Indiana through Cincinnati, Ohio and Indianapolis, Indiana. One night I was headed home around 3:00 AM on route 32E., about three or four miles west of Sardenia, Ohio.
I was running along about 67 mph when I passed a flat bed tractor and trailer running along about 55 mph, which was the speed limit. About three quarters of a mile behind me and still behind the flat bed truck, I noticed flashing lights coming up behind us, more specifically they were red lights. As they grew closer I noticed it was the old type that spun horizontally round and round. As anyone would know today, if its not blue, then you don’t worry to much. They grew closer and closer so thinking it was an emergency vehicle of some sort I did slow down to 55 just to be safe.
The cruiser came right up behind me then crossed the yellow line and then pulled directly behind me. At this point I thought may be, I had some lights out, after all I always ran a radar detector so he could not have radared me. I turned on my four ways and started for the right berm and he followed me. Now God being my witness this really happened:
I set my brakes, turned on the dome, released my seat belt and picked up my light. I looked into my mirrors, I did not see anyone get out of the car. I opened my door and stepped out of my truck. I started back towards the car and just abreast of my drive axle I froze. I bent over looking in under the trailer and then threw my very bright mag. light all around. Guess what, there was nothing back there and thinking may be he had went off the road behind me out in the grass I looked there. There was nothing.
The weird part is, I ran this road all the time and I knew it well. There was no place he could have turned around or turned off. Needless to say, I headed for the cab of my truck on the run. I jumped in my rig and took off and getting on the radio, I tried to call the flat bed I had passed and see if he saw this cop car or what ever but he didn’t answer.
Later on I asked a couple Highway Patrol cops if they knew of any cops getting killed around there and needless to say they had not and they both give me a look of disbelief. Some of my friends asked me what sort of drugs I was taking. I was not. This happened and it is a very very true story. And incidentally, this is only one of many stories of things which have happened to me throughout my life.
Written by Ken Herdman, Copyright 2009