Life was good. That is the exact though he had as he blasted along the highway. While the road still glistened with remains of a summer shower the rain had cleared. It was going to be a wonderful day.
With the roof down and the music up, he enjoyed the feeling as the wind gently ruffled his hair. The city was soon far behind, and with it the crowds and clogged roads.
Clogged roads he thought. While it was fun blasting along the highway, the little sports car was far happier on the twisties. The next exit would lead him to a great little mountain road. Although well paved it was not well used. It offered inspiring views and challenging turns, just the thing to clear the cobwebs from his mind and the car’s suspension.
His exit approached. He nimbly dived across three lanes, causing himself great amusement, and a trucker major consternation. He enjoyed the sensation as the spiral of the exit pushed him sideways in his seat. While the tires protested, the little car bit down and held the line. He swooped up to the red traffic light, smiled at the mom in her minivan, and checked his map. Another mile, a right turn, and the fun began.
As he approached his turn he noticed, with a smile, the zig-zag warning triangle informing him of the road’s twisty nature. Not so much a warning as an invitation he thought. He turned off the music, signaled and made his turn.
There were few trees to provide a canopy and the sun had done its work drying the road. While small sparkling patches remained, the road looked dry. He dropped down the gears and gunned the throttle. The little car shot forward as eager as its driver.
This was life he thought as he blasted through the turns. He enjoyed the sensations: the rising and falling note of the engine, the snick of the gearshift as he made changes, the feeling from the steering wheel as he made corrections.
He approached the next corner and realized it was sharper than expected. Hard breaking. Downshift and double-declutch. Let the rear slide a bit, hold it. Beautiful. He felt as one with the machine. Like horse and rider. He was master, she his willing servant.
He came to a straighter part of the road and accelerated hard. The speedometer needle swung briskly around the dial, 50, 70, 80, 95, 100, 115. Bang! A sudden pull on the steering wheel. His mind registered the thought “blowout.” The guard rail hurtled towards him. Crash! The car careened off the barrier and in the opposite direction. Suddenly the world spun around and upside down. He felt like he was on a vicious roller coaster. He was aware of the seatbelt webbing biting into his shoulder. His mind registered the thought “rolled.” Another bang. An intense white light. It instantly fades to a deep dark red. Nothing.
His next awareness was standing on the bank looking at the car. Christ, what a mess he thought. Squashed. Totaled. He became aware of the blue flashing lights. Cops. They were quick. How was he going to explain this mess? As he approached, he noticed that the blue lights belonged to an ambulance. Then he noticed the stretcher and its body. He looked at the person lying there. He saw the same face that stared back at him from the mirror earlier that morning. That’s interesting he conceded.
And then the inky blackness enveloped him in its silken embrace, his last thought was “life was good.”