“Late!” Mariel said to herself as she sat behind a slow-moving semi-trailer truck. The road was a two lane up hill affair in the middle of town, houses on both sides. The car in front of her, passed the truck leaving her behind him.
“Damn … we’re going to miss your train!” she said to her son.
She weaved a little out into the next lane and saw all was clear. She decided to pass. She moved into the next lane, geared down and accelerator trying to get enough speed to pass the long vehicle, but it was an uphill climb. All of a sudden up ahead, as she was half past the semi, another truck appeared. It was barreling down on her.
The Fiat Panda, reduced to twisted metal, crushed by two trucks on the road this afternoon left the two passengers dead on impact as the tsrier had tried to pass illegally!
“Oh my God, oh my God!” she kept repeating as she floor-boarded the car. Finally she had gotten past the monster and pulled into her own lane with just inches to spare.
Her son looked at her, a little ashen, and began to hum: “Do You Believe in Magic”.
death avoided by fate
I’m terrified of passing trucks, in fact I’m terrified of passing…my imagination plays terrible color visions of awful collisions when I get it into my head to try.