It is early Sunday morning when I slip into the kitchen, “Are you ready, hon?”
“Just about,” David mumbles, as he reaches into the cooler.
It’s our Sunday morning ritual: break out the big coolers, pack lots o’ rolls, all the fixin’s for subs, lots of ice and drinks.
Son David is racing today and we never miss. Mom and Dad gotta be there to cheer him on and make those yummy subs for everyone.
It’s a fun day like always. That is, until the races are over. This is a day like no other, one we will never forget.
We leave the track and pull onto the exit road. For some reason a driver in a van feels that David cut him off. And the war is on.
The rage caught us completely off guard. This maniac pulls in front of our truck and slams on his brakes. Thank God my husband has good reflexes and swerves in time to avoid a rear-ender. If David changes lanes the van does also—and continues the sudden stops.
This nightmare continues for blocks. I am terrified; David can only concentrate on the wheel. The horror finally gets the best of me…
“Honey, please,” my voice quivers, “can’t we just pull off the road?”
As the words leave my mouth the van turns a corner.
We are silent the rest of the way home.
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
The LBC is talking ‘bout Road Rage today. I dunno who gave us this topic but it’s important. You can find what my buddies have to say on their sites:
Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Paul, Rummy, Shackman, The Old Fossil.
