If not for my cat like reflexes this might have been my eulogy. I think I’ll stick to the surface streets for a few weeks until my heart stops beating out of my chest and I can take driving on the freeway again.
I’ve had close calls before. Like I said, you see all kinds of things when you spend all day on the road, but today I just about greeted the good Lord in person. It was northbound I-15 at about nine in the morning. I was hummin’ right along at a good clip to the sultry sounds of my good friend Conway Twitty when I caught just a glimpse of something bearin’ down on me like a cheetah on a gazelle. I didn’t have time to think, I just whipped the truck over into the emergency lane and watched a little blue somethin’ or other plow into the back of the car behind me. The two cars went flyin’ past and right into the concrete divider. I had slowed just enough when I got over that I was able to bring my vehicle to a stop right before I put the Prestige truck topping on a mangled automobile sundae.
Man oh man, I have seen some things in my day but I’m not sure I ever came so close to bitin’ the big one as I did this day. The only thing more deadly than the crash was the two hours of paperwork the highway patrol had me fill out as a witness to the accident. I count the whole experience as a bona fide miracle though I tell you what, ‘cause not one person was seriously injured. The darned fool in the little blue car will be spendin’ some time in jail I imagine, seein’ as how he was drunk and all, but everybody walked away relatively ok. Even the clothes made it to where they needed to go, although a little later than usual.
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