We had a hair-raising experience on the road last night. Apart from oncoming car lights, all around was pitch black and the wipers were working on clearing the rain from the screen. But for hubby’s quick thinking, I, or likely both of us would be waving today at all and sundry from another plane, possibly heaven.
The stupid irresponsible sod behind the wheel of the car overtaking a long line of cars at speed, a line of cars which were coming up to a bend round which he could not see, and very much on our side of the road, forced us to swerve off the road and into the bank at the left side of the road.
It is the weirdest thing to see four lights that are horizontally placed coming towards you. The lack of alignment didn’t immediately register. The brain and eyes seem to co-ordinate, but in slow motion. It is peculiar.
Only when drawing closer to the weapon of destruction, to meet our fate, did it click what was possibly about to happen. It was at that moment that we took averting action. There was not much space – inches- between the three cars, the one facing us still overtaking the car at the front of the line. We were seconds from a head on collision.