By Eric SharpeI was driving home from work almost 20 years ago. It was a 45 minute drive across the rural back roads of Illinois through endless gray plowed fields sitting idle months after the late summer harvest. I was falling asleep. But I made it into town. I had to get gas before going home and was actually starting to drop my speed from the long trip when I started screwing around with some gear I had in the passenger seat. I knew for a fact I’d scanned the road ahead before looking away… I was certain. I was wrong. I nailed a parked car going 45mph – no breaks. Though the ’89 Jeep I drove didn’t have airbags, I was wearing my seatbelt. Had I not been, and I survived, I’d have been totaled like my vehicle.