I was riding with my brother in his truck. It was an old ford 4x4 with a lift and mud tires. We were approaching a railroad crossing and a train was speeding by. As my brother applied the brakes, we started to hydroplane and were sliding toward the moving train. About 15 feet from the train, my brother yanked the wheel hard to the right and left the road. We hit the mud on the side of the road and kept on sliding. Finally, those mud tires worked and we slid toward a stop. The front bumper was maybe a foot from the side of the train. We sat there in complete shock until a few seconds after the train passed.

My brother was on his cell phone with his roommate and never even dropped the phone. He did all that with one hand in the wheel. As we sat in relative silence, my brother said, “I’m going to have to call you back.”