And now, another near death experience...

If I had been looking directly out of my front windshield, I'm sure I'd have had a moment of grotesque wonderment over the sight of oncoming traffic on the US interstate 5 sliding into view in front of me. However, once I accepted that I had, indeed, lost control of the Ford, My attention was in the same breath completely focused on the following:

My seatbelt was off- this very well might be the end of me because my left rear tire was sliding with amazing force and speed towards the downward slope of the embankment and I haven't seen Thomas in three days and I'm going to die.

(this took about eight seconds)

The Ford Gave a huge leap as I went over the curb, the cd skipped (Amelie soundtrack, La Noyee), and came back in full force when the car landed, seeming much louder without the engine noise. For a few moments everything I could feel was absolutely still while cheerful accordion blasted through my ears.

I craned my head out the still open window and inspected the Ford's ass end. My gaze was met by a tangle of rubber and thin metal wire that was once my left rear tire.
"FUCK!"
breathe
"FUCK!"
breathe-breathe
"FUCK!"

Facing Northbound traffic at eleven in the morning, and having come within eighteen inches of my bloody dismemberment- shouting obscenities seemed like the right thing to do.

With shaking hands, I called Omen. Then I called Dad. It seemed my ability to apply reason to any of what had just happened had gone the way of the air in my tires.