Just that Creepy Feeling

Have you ever had an instant where you thought you might die? Where you see it coming and you're scared, but not really? As if you know what is going to happen, but it just doesn't register that you should be really afraid and saying a final prayer.

I was driving down 183. At a point in this road before Leander, TX it is four lanes of traffic with no middle divider. "Who cares?", you ask. The road is curving and it is also 65 mph. So then you get nut cases that drive 75 to 80 mph in the left lane. Add a little bit of wind and passing a car in the right lane and that nut case is all over the left lane of the on-coming traffic.

Insert me in to the on-coming traffic. It is almost as if the nut case forgot that he could ease off of the gas and maybe, just maybe, find the broad petal next to the gas called the "break." With someone next to me in the right lane I was trapped.

Closing my eyes didn't seem appropriate, seeing as to how I was driving something that weighs about as much as an elephant. I sucked in my breath, braced myself for the impact, kept my hands firmly on the steering wheel, and then nothing.

It is like the laws of nature decided to take a break at 7:20 this morning on 183 right about where my 4Runner was supposed to get hit by a white Dodge truck. Yes, I do remember the name and color of the truck, because everything moved in slow motion. Everything. The sound on the radio, the blur of the grass, the red vehicle next to me, the sound of my heart, and most of all the little pocket of air between my SUV and the truck.

So, not today.