By Fred Vogel
I can only hope the phone-talking driver, in the larger than life vehicle, slurping down his coffee, notices that I am next to him, because priorities being what they are put me and my Harley at the bottom of his daily agenda. There is even the distinct possibility that my demise will go unnoticed until I am scraped off the highway by a first-year paramedic, who will soon come to realize the importance of pursuing a less stressful line of work. And as I make my premature journey to the heavens, it becomes crystal clear: we both should have ordered decaf.
a daily scare…good story!
Great way to go — on a Harley! Gruesome details well described with “scraped off the highway” but not sure why you and the driver should have ordered decaf???
You tapped into a very real fear …
I have lost a friend in this way. Sad commentary, but what a great way to bring attention to the problem with the subtly of Jonathan Swift.
Present tense is difficult and you did a good job of it.
The normalization of car violence (from neglect as well as intent) in this era will be viewed as a wonder of history (assuming we survive at all).