And there she was in the lobby at , when I came down to greet her….
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So, here’s how stupid I am: taking a curving turn at 87mph, that’s 155km. The sign read “Warning, 40km. Slow. Curve.”
Driving twelve hours straight, taking a curve at 87 per….
The car careened into the solid rock of the overpass; flew across the road, and slammed off of a huge, concrete pillar. Then it tumbled over the snarled guardrail and into the frozen mud.
All the junk in the car --tapes, my sweater, old coffee cups half-full of coffee from the night before, me-- all of it, slammed back and forth. First one way, then the other. Sky, mud, sky….
All four tires burst; shit was everywhere.
The wipers were still going, and somehow, so was I. Unscathed.