Driving back to the office from a client site today, a sudden epiphany crossed my mind: 75+ mph in the rain is not a very good idea. Especially when the left rear tire resembled something like curdled milk. This realization dawned upon me as I veered into the left shoulder just as the 241 South toll road curved; a wayfaring puddle sent my car spiraling (420 degrees) across 3 lanes, whereupon I traveled a full hundred feet backwards, before an instinctual jerk to the steering wheel re-positioned myself just as I cleared the right shoulder, jumped the curb, and came within several feet from a lolling drop down a rambling cliff. The pack of cars 1/2 a mile back had caught up to me by then, passing by with wide eyes gaping, twisted necks craning, at my completely unscathed vehicle.
The funny thing is, I felt nothing during those 30 seconds… watched, twisted the wheel, and tapped the brakes. Only after the world had stopped spinning, the hyenic laughter poured forth uncontrollably. Such is the comprehension of mortality.