There isn’t anything else quite like it, the instant that you know – I’m going to have a car accident.
I was by myself, driving south on Airport Blvd, in the rain, in the left lane.
In the next instant, there was a car directly in front of me.
He came from no where, no blinker, no transition to my lane, no warning.
I was going full speed.
He was braking.
There was no where else to go.
It wasn’t hard enough.
I hit his car.
He pulled away some.
Then he braked again.
I hit him again.
I was on his bumper, pushing him forward, when we both finally came to a stop.
Then I saw what he wanted.
He had cut over and stopped fast so he could turn left.
He turned left and sped off.
#$% $#$%#$%#$%@#$@#$@@. You don’t #$%#%$% do that #%$%. A #$@ #$@# left turn? Really? That was so @#$ #$% important?
I’m pretty sure he wasn’t a Dad. Moms and Dads don’t do that $#%#. They know what is important and it isn’t a @#$ %$## left turn. (This might not be true, but I like to think it anyway.)
My car was mostly OK. I got to where I was going. I know what is important. Everything important is OK too.