I was coming home from a VA appointment in Indianapolis. (a 2 hr drive) About 15 minutes from home I got hit fast and hard with the most incredible gut pain I have ever felt. Way down deep in my bowels. At least an 8 out of 10 on the pain scale. I broke out in a sweat, and got dizzy and weak. Then... everything went black. The truck went 3/4 of a mile on its own. It crossed to the left side of the road traveling through a corn field a ways. Then as it was coming back toward the highway, it snapped off two utility poles. The power lines caught the roof rack on the camper shell and ripped it apart. It crossed the road again and ended up smashing into the warehouse of a seed company. Now the Doc is trying to find out why I passed out, and I'm waiting to see what the insurance company thinks the truck is worth. No broke bones, and no stitches. God just ain't ready to call me home yet. They tried to blow me up in Iraq too, but that didn't take either. I'm a retired cripple, but I'm still hard to kill.