I saw the strap suddenly rise up and start flapping. A second later, the ladder jumped from the white construction truck's bed and bounced a few times on the asphalt. As it end-over-ended its way toward me, I slowed to let a few cars go around me and to avoid running over the ladder. The closer I got to it, the more it drifted to the shoulder, where it eventually settled into a position parallel with the road.
As quickly as my car slowed to avoid the ladder, it again sped up and I was able pull up alongside the white truck, catch the driver's eye and gesture to the back. His eyes widened when he saw his ladder was missing. He waved a thanks, but also followed me when I made my usual exit. I pulled over and sat looking at the grapevines until he caught up. He wanted to know if the ladder had hit any cars. I told him it hadn't, that it just bounced off the road and was lying there, just before the Woodland exit. He was shaken up. I wasn't.
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