I'm sure there is a man in his late 20's out there somewhere that is glad I stopped.
Shortly after 2am on Christmas Morning 1998 (maybe 1997), I was driving home from Marblehead on Rt 128. it was a year where we had a lot of snow on the ground for Christmas, and it was VERY cold with temps near or below zero. Just before the Rt 2A bridge (I was heading south) I saw what I thought were the lights of snowmobiles playing just off the other side of the highway.
And then, suddenly, the lights vanished. Just didn't look right. I took the Rt 2a Exit, swung around, and started looking off the side of the road. Didn't see anything.
I almost kept on driving, but something told me to stop.
I did, grabbed the big flashlight and looked off the road.
The side of the road drops below the roadway surface a good 6-8 feet and there was a large berm of snow at the side of the road. And there, on the other side of the berm, jammed into a small tree half covered in snow was a gray car.
Called 911, told them what I saw and that they needed a wrecker and possibly an ambulance.
I climbed over the berm (I remember just how cold that snow was - I was wearing dress clothes and shoes as I had just come from a Midnight Mass) and approached the car. Driver's door was against the tree and the passenger side was burried in snow. I managed to crack open the rear door on the driver's side enough to scream at the driver to wake up and to see that the kid seemed to be OK physically, but reeked of alcohol. I wasn't going to get him out without tools.
I looked to see how the car got in there and saw several divots in the snow. I walked back to the road and saw that he had just barely missed the bridge, caught the snowbank edge where it got larger after the bridge, went over the snow berm and then must have flipped end over end a few times before slamming into the base of the tree. This was the "snowmobile lights" I had seen.
I got the tow strap out of the truck hoping I could drag the car or the tree far enough to get the door open. My 20 ft strap was too short.
About this time I see flashing lights coming from the south and then stop before the rest area. I aimed my flashlight and strobed it at the lights hoping they would see me. The lights came closer.
At this point I heard the guy in the car try to start it. Using the 'Sarge' voice, I screamed down at him to turn it off. (the exhaust was buried in the snow, so who knows how long it would have taken to fill the car with deadly fumes)
Up pulled a State Police car and a tow truck. Seems the officer who took my call heard Rt 2, not 2A and they had been searching down the road. Had I not stopped and signaled, not only might the officers NOT have looked near 2A, but very likely not have seen the car at all where it had landed.
The tow truck winched the car off the tree just enough to get the driver out. To say he failed the field sobriety test is an understatement. This guy was totally blotto and you could already see his fingers were
He got a nice seat in the back of the police car and the tow truck driver was on the phone with his dispatcher calling for a larger truck that would be able to lift the car up and onto the road. I was amazed that no ambulance came. I climbed back into my truck at this point as my gloves were useless and my legs and feet were freezing.
In all the time I stood there on the side of the road, maybe a dozen vehicles passed by in both directions. How I was in the right place at the right time I'll never know.
Once the scene was under control, the recovery crew was working, and all the reporting was done, the officer took my information and sent me on my way. I never heard anything resulting from the incident.
I arrived home in Ashland about 5:30am.
All I know is that there is no way that kid would have lived until morning. Nobody would have seen him where that car landed, and he'd have either fallen asleep and frozen to death, or poisoned himself with the exhaust fumes.
Some day I might regret it, but unless things look really fishy, I'm stopping.