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At the Wheel

It takes at least one accident for a beginning driver to snap in gear.  My son ran my car into a tree.  My daughter totaled her father’s car.  Luckily neither of them sustained any physical damages.  The experience jolted them out of reverie and into reality.  No amount of preaching on their parents part can do such an effective job.

I must have been dosing when my car scraped against a big rig.  It woke me  but it didn’t stop me from being reckless.  I liked my solo trips down I-5, driving in the fog, seeing only a faint hint of red in front.  And in the pouring rain, and on windy days when tumble weeds flew across the highway.

A young friend fell asleep at the wheel and was killed on the road on her birthday.  I have stopped going to LA a long time ago.

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2 thoughts on “At the Wheel”

  1. Well, speaking of cars and accidents. You just grazed a big rig. I, not paying attention, sleepy, distracted, reaching for something that fell onto the floor, while driving mind you … rear ended a big rig and totaled my car. As to the big-rig? It had one of its reflectors cracked. I did then go into “mental high gear” and managed to skate from the incident in a manner which though lacking honor had the advantage of securing a minimal consequence, that being the loss of the vehicle. We live and learn.

    Then there was the time I feel completely asleep at the wheel, on the Bay Bridge coming into the city. I managed, while somnambulating, to find my exit. What woke me up was a large booming sound. To this day i don’t know what it was. But I woke up and when I got off the freeway to check my car there was not a scratch or ding to be seen, well outside of the ones that the car had had already. I was lucky that day, to be sure.

  2. Cars! Have never driven. Will never drive. Find something really wrong with the fact that the powers that ordered thing, placed them where they did, put oil, a thing that is toxic in all its forms, as far away from humans as was possible, through miles of the densest rock, and we hunted it out, AND based world politics (economy) on it. A young cousin of mine was in a very serious accident week before last. She’s alive and recovering, talking and complaining like only a sixteen year old can, but it’s going to take her years to recover physcially. Who know how long it will take her head to understand it all?

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