I am alive and uninjured. It could have ended up differently. A blow-out at 60 miles per hour in a construction zone with only one lane of traffic is no fun. A two-hour wait for assistance adds insult to injury. But I’m alive. I thought, for a few frightening moments, I would not be. And those were the saddest moments of my life to date.
Today’s experience still resonates with me. It bothers me in ways I don’t quite understand. My friend paid an ostensibly competent mechanic to examine the vehicle for safety issues. Blatant problems were identified as normal. I’m angry and grateful and filled with loathing at the moment. Forgiveness, huh? It’s the best policy.