So, there I am at 4:20 p.m. with both hands on the steering wheel waiting at a yield sign. I’m fixated on the two cars in front of me. Their drivers, I can only assume, are watching carefully, as I am, as cars leave the exit ramp at 65 miles per hour. We’re watching, hoping and waiting for a gap in the steady stream of vehicles in Grapevine, TX.
Then…it happens. Crash. I’m a victim of the guy in the red Subaru.
This is the third time in three years I have been rear-ended in north Texas’ white-knuckled, rush-hour traffic. Two times I saw the person happening upon me and could brace for what I knew was the inevitable mashing of metal. This time, though, it was a surprise. All in all, I think bracing is better than being unprepared. At least I didn’t bite my lip the other two times.
Thanks, Jeremiah, for being a nice guy. I just wish you were a more attentive driver.