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Crash into me – June 5, 2009 | Part 2

"How are you, by the way?" you say. I smile and say, “Well, I feel shaky.”

"That's the adrenaline," you say.

"I don't feel sore yet, but I was looking backward when he hit us," I say.

"You'll probably feel it later," you say.

Crash into me – June 5, 2009 | Part 2

Crash into me – June 5, 2009 | Part 1

I nod, looking at you, and when I turn my attention back to the road, I notice a red Mercedes convertible in front of me, stopped in the middle of my lane, its right blinker flashing. While we’ve been talking, I have been accelerating toward it, distracted by you. I pump the brake hard, and just barely, I manage to stop a foot from its bumper. Then time slows. I turn my neck to the right and look up into the rearview mirror. I see a white box truck coming up fast. I brace as it slams into the back of the car.

Crash into me – June 5, 2009 | Part 1