Today was a very interesting day to say the least. Ashley and I went to the Doctor for her and the baby's first visit. Everything looked great and everyone is healthy! That was very interesting in itself and exciting, but oh that would not be the end of this story. I had to post about what happened when we left the doctor's office and headed into Louisville. Now, as far as I know I didn't nothing to provoke this guy. We were sitting at a red light, waiting to cross over some railroad tracks to take a right onto Frankfort Ave. (If you are not from Louisville, a major street) when all of a sudden I felt a nudge. I thought at first the car had crept forward until I looked into the rear view mirror and there was a ford truck right up against the bumper. Trying to assess the situation, I noticed the driver pointing at us, and knew something wasn't right. The light turned green and I turned onto Frankfort Ave. and this guy kept speeding up like he was going to hit us, thinking this can't be happening and then he actually hit us! I was trying to figure out what to do, if I stopped, I didn't want him to ram into us again or block us in, so I sped up and tried to lose him. Darting through traffic, I made a sharp left onto some side street, now I can get around Louisville a little, but I know nothing about side streets, so back to the story. This guy pursued after us, and I believe at this point I had Ashley call the police. I made another sharp turn to the left into some alley, and then another smaller one, with this guy close behind. I thought this last turn was it for us, it looked like a dead in with no room to get away, just at the last moment I saw a smaller street to the left and shot through, I don't think this guy could get his big truck through, and we lost him. It was the craziest thing I have seen in a while, and I did some shaking afterwards. The police came when we could pull off down the road, but what could we do? No licence plate, just a description of the truck. So, long story, everyone ok and the car as well. I never thought I would be glad to have a little car, even though when I hit the gas to go, there wasn't much there. So I will keep the truck! Laughing about it now, it reminded me of one of the chases in the 'Bourne' movies. I asked Ashley if she "took care of her car, the tires felt a little splashy." Considering the circumstances, I believe I took the right course of action, not knowing if this guy was drunk or what, I definitely didn't want to let him hit us again. I bet you thought most of this article was going to be about the doctor! I feel like I need to see one myself now. Or at least get a carry permit.
