So in the pre-dawn hours of this morning, I happened across a box.
Not just any box. This box was very large. Think refrigerator box, and then add, i dunno, 15-20% in all dimensions? Now the most interesting thing about this box is that it was in the middle of the highway. More specifically, it was in my lane, and appeared with about half a second of advance warning, thanks to the 90% darkness coefficient, a driver in front of me blocking line of sight, and my own speed of 70mph. I swerved hard into the right lane of this two-lane highway and avoided it, whatever it really was (again, darkness; I am only describing its general shape and dimensions) by
maybe 20 feet. Once in the right lane I tried to turn left to even myself out and immediately lost control of my car and spun out 270° precisely, ending in the grassy median about three feet from the shoulder. In the moment, all I could think of was, "
I'm gonna roll I'm gonna roll I'm gonna roll," punctuated by half-formed expletives of fear because I was
unbuckled*. Thank the gods it was flat ground instead of a ditch like a good quarter of the median is on this road.
All in all, zero injuries to either myself or the car, although the force of the spin did temporarily KO the computer that controlled the fuel injection pump. The only real casualty was being five minutes late for work, where, shortly after my arrival, the electrical lines caught on fire.
Mondays, amirite?
*never again