The driver of the black Mercedes punched it as he began merging onto 422 West. Did he do two donuts before he slid into the fast lane right in front of us?
Thoughts went through my mind in rapid succession. We are going to broadside the black car. I don't want to go to the hospital. How many bones would be broken? Would we roll the car?
Neither of us said a word.
I remember cars sliding this way and that. At least two ended up in the grass on either side of the road.
Why is it that everything appears to happen in slow motion?
Before I could think another thought, my Sweetie, behind the wheel of our Highlander, had masterfully threaded the needle between the Mercedes and another car with only inches to spare.
He is my hero!
I Don't Feel Older
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