Me and Tommy. (One night...)

When we were teenagers, before we got our driver's licenses, and often after (if you couldn't get your parent's car), we traveled by bike. I put many a mile, as they say, on my 2 wheeler.
One night, while talking on the phone (which was this big rectangular device, with a rotary dial, hanging on the wall), my friend Tommy and I decided to meet up. He would take off from his house and I from mine, and we would meet half way. We lived about 3 miles apart. I jumped on my Sears "Free Spirit" ten speed and lit out.
It was a very dark night - cloudy, with no moon or stars. There weren't any street lights, as we lived in a rural area. Not many cars, either. I was making pretty good time, because I knew the roads, but I couldn't see a thing. Presumably, neither could Tommy, because, in the scary, pitch black silence, down a "haint"-infested back country road, I felt something breeze by, within inches of me, going in the opposite direction. And I heard a blood-curdling, terrified wail fading into the night, behind me. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
We had nearly crashed head on into each other.