You never know who you come across on the open road, and this mother and son learned that the hard way. They came immensely close with one of the most evil people out there.
“Back in the early to mid 1970s, my mother and I lived in the pacific northwest. I was about six years old. We were on an offbeat road right out of Seattle. It was a very dark night, no moon, and a wisp of fog. We saw a Volkswagen Beetle on the side of the road with their emergency flashers on and a rather good-looking guy (as my mom describes him) with his arm in a sling waving us down. My mom pulled over, being the kind of woman that would help anybody in need, and he looked normal. Mom rolled down her window and asked if she could help. The guy asked my mom if she could help him get the last lug nut off of his tire, so he could change his flat. So my mother introduces herself and he said, ‘Hello my name is Ted.’ Then he smiled, looked at me, reached over and shook my hand, and asked my name. Now I think I got a bad vibe because I said nothing to him. My mom said something about how his smile really made her uncomfortable, and then she noticed that he was missing the passenger seat in his beetle. So she rolls the window back up and said she would call a tow truck to come help him at the next city. Then she speeds away while looking in her rearview mirror and sees him taking off the sling and getting back in the beetle. He was taking off very fast in the opposite direction. So that’s the night I shook the hand of Ted Bundy.”