Remembered my first car wreck today. Was driving down two lane asphalt road in 1986. Lots of opposing traffic just sitting in other lane.
Kept looking at people inside their cars. Recall thinking, “Ugly. Ugly. Dude. Ugly. Dude. Dude. Ugly.” On the cusp of the
next ugly I saw that the car I’d been following had stopped. Slammed on my brakes. Smashed up my Corolla’s front end.
Didn’t scratch the
guy I hit. Cop was sitting in a patrol car not 50 yards away. Came up and nosed around. No tickets issued. Drove home my beat up
car and told my dad. He was cool about it. Almost got hit by people backing out of parking spaces yesterday. Honked my horn at
their ass. Scared them. My horn rules. Guy I work with is very big into the horn honking. They should make horns that shout out
bleeped obscenities. You could put it in ‘Full-On Potty Mouth’ mode when you’re out in the country or traveling through Dallas.