Myself and a "worldly" friend had driven up to sandia Crest east of Albuquerque one fall night. We hung out at the top and looked at the city lights and dreamed of what we would do when we got out of "Ccow Town" and made it to California. Then we began our journey down the winding road. We had driven for a few minutes when we saw some flashing lights off to the right, so we stopped and got off the truck.
We walked off the road intot eh woods for about 200 yards or so and noticed a bunch of naked people making a ring around a bonfire. Then we noticed some of the people turn into balls of flame and take off toward the sky. We got really scared and figured they were witches or something. Well, after a couple of minutes of being scared shitless we took off since a couple of naked men started heading our way in a pissed off mood.
We ran around in circles until Lord knows how we stumbled back toward the truck! we jumped in and he started the truck and we took off down the dusty trail toward perceived safety. We kicked up so much dust it was amazing. Well, we drove for what seemed forever and he noticed a curve that we were going to fast to negotiate and we saw the tips of some pine trees right in front of us. It looked like we would run off the road and fall down into a ravine as he hit the brakes. We were both saying ohhh shiiit as we tried to open our doors. Mine was locked and didn't open (1970 Ford Ranger Sport).
Well the truck stopped and we were glad to be alive. We got down to notice that the bumper was extending out over the edge and the tire was half on and half off the edge. The truck had no business stopping but it did.
He thanked Jesus and I thankd Jehovah.
Weird!