Day 4 of the blog. Today i was going to write and give you some pop culture examples of people I feel are growing older gracefully, but I'm putting that post off till tomorrow. Tonight I'm going o share with you something that happened on my way to work this more. A moment where I was totally ungraceful...not a proud moment for me.
Let me set this up for those who may not know me well. I live in the Southern California mountain community of Lake Arrowhead, Every day I drive down the mountain on highway 18, a curvy mountain road. The lower half is four lanes wide, two in each direction. For the first several years I loved up the hill I raced down the mountain, covering the 14 miles of curves in 12 to 14 minutes. Then three and a half years ago I lost control of my car going 65 or more around a sharp curve. I slammed into the guardrail and broke a piece off of my shoulder. The piece is now held on by 9 titanium screws. Needless to say, I now try to keep it in the 40 to 45 mph range coming down the hill.
As often happens, there were many vehicles on the highway that have not slammed into the guardrail yet, who still like flying down the hill, This morning, as I was nearing the last sharp turn before the bottom of the hill a large pick up truck apparently felt that neither I nor the car in the next lane were going fast enough, and as a gap opened between myself and the other car he zipped through with horn blaring. I of course am not the best of moods at five in the morning, so I flashed my brights at him several times, and sped up behind him. This was not the smartest thing I ever did. The driver of the truck pulled over to the side of the road, and jumped out of the truck. He actually ran out in the road toward me, ready to take me on. I did not slow down and or stop to have it out with him, I kept driving. I was hoping that he didn't jump in the truck and chase me down. I spent the rest of my drive to the freeway watching my rear view mirror, but he was not in sight. ...Just hope he doesn't recognize my car on a future trip down.
So I lost the gracefully part today, but felt I grew much older today.
Let me set this up for those who may not know me well. I live in the Southern California mountain community of Lake Arrowhead, Every day I drive down the mountain on highway 18, a curvy mountain road. The lower half is four lanes wide, two in each direction. For the first several years I loved up the hill I raced down the mountain, covering the 14 miles of curves in 12 to 14 minutes. Then three and a half years ago I lost control of my car going 65 or more around a sharp curve. I slammed into the guardrail and broke a piece off of my shoulder. The piece is now held on by 9 titanium screws. Needless to say, I now try to keep it in the 40 to 45 mph range coming down the hill.
As often happens, there were many vehicles on the highway that have not slammed into the guardrail yet, who still like flying down the hill, This morning, as I was nearing the last sharp turn before the bottom of the hill a large pick up truck apparently felt that neither I nor the car in the next lane were going fast enough, and as a gap opened between myself and the other car he zipped through with horn blaring. I of course am not the best of moods at five in the morning, so I flashed my brights at him several times, and sped up behind him. This was not the smartest thing I ever did. The driver of the truck pulled over to the side of the road, and jumped out of the truck. He actually ran out in the road toward me, ready to take me on. I did not slow down and or stop to have it out with him, I kept driving. I was hoping that he didn't jump in the truck and chase me down. I spent the rest of my drive to the freeway watching my rear view mirror, but he was not in sight. ...Just hope he doesn't recognize my car on a future trip down.
So I lost the gracefully part today, but felt I grew much older today.
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