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I've been remiss lately about cars du jour, like the very sweet Monte Carlo I played back and forth with from 520 to Eau Gallie on Thursday. Today's trip down was good for a glorious silver pickup truck, I've guessing from the 30's.
The major car du jour, though, WAS a pickup, near as I can tell, and it cleared out several arteries with a Draino-dose of adrenelin. I was coming home, a little north of Harvey's Groves when I noticed headlights coming fast and I *thought* at first that he/it was hanging a U-turn at one of the gaps.
Instinctively, I swerved into the righthand lane, having the feeling he was going to pull out right in front of me---not quite. Apparently he spun out in the median with enough velocity to send clods of dirt up to smack my door as I roared past doing 50. The other vehicle---it was a big pickup truck, gold or green---stopped, in the grassy center island, facing north, and I kept going.
Blew a tire and skidded into the median? Could be. It was still upright, so I don't feel too guilty. And why should I? I have good reasons for being Swiss on this.
1. I don't have a cell phone. Not much I could do.
2. There's no room in my car for a passenger. Ditto.
3. My first aid knowledge is extremely limited.
4. I'm not equipped to deal with someone who's drunk or belligerant, either of which is likely on a Saturday night.
5. Going back when there's nothing constructive I can do comes under the category of rubbernecking, which can lead to subsequent accidents. No thanks!
That was the capper to a very busy week. Thursday was nothing extraordinary, but yesterday I took 13 orders and today I took 17! Quite possibly a two-day record, and I think it might well be more orders than I took in all of January. It certainly felt like it!
At the moment, I'm thoroughly brain-fried. I'm going to grab a nosh and turn in early. I'll be back in about twelve hours....
The major car du jour, though, WAS a pickup, near as I can tell, and it cleared out several arteries with a Draino-dose of adrenelin. I was coming home, a little north of Harvey's Groves when I noticed headlights coming fast and I *thought* at first that he/it was hanging a U-turn at one of the gaps.
Instinctively, I swerved into the righthand lane, having the feeling he was going to pull out right in front of me---not quite. Apparently he spun out in the median with enough velocity to send clods of dirt up to smack my door as I roared past doing 50. The other vehicle---it was a big pickup truck, gold or green---stopped, in the grassy center island, facing north, and I kept going.
Blew a tire and skidded into the median? Could be. It was still upright, so I don't feel too guilty. And why should I? I have good reasons for being Swiss on this.
1. I don't have a cell phone. Not much I could do.
2. There's no room in my car for a passenger. Ditto.
3. My first aid knowledge is extremely limited.
4. I'm not equipped to deal with someone who's drunk or belligerant, either of which is likely on a Saturday night.
5. Going back when there's nothing constructive I can do comes under the category of rubbernecking, which can lead to subsequent accidents. No thanks!
That was the capper to a very busy week. Thursday was nothing extraordinary, but yesterday I took 13 orders and today I took 17! Quite possibly a two-day record, and I think it might well be more orders than I took in all of January. It certainly felt like it!
At the moment, I'm thoroughly brain-fried. I'm going to grab a nosh and turn in early. I'll be back in about twelve hours....