Close Call

Every time I have a close call - a car swerves into my path all but grazing me, a truck turns left in front of me without room or warning - I shudder. I shudder at the image of my body hurtling through the air, then sprawled on the asphalt.

In the aftermath, I contemplate alternate escape routes and determine what I could have done better.

Then I twist the throttle and depart, like I was never there.