Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

http://www.big-boys.com/articles/impala.html

Description: Some guy is late to work and calls his boss. While leaving a phone message he witnesses an accident. His comments are very funny to listen too.

Yeah man, that was funny, little old ladies, no body is more defenseless then them. strange as it seems this funny little post reminds me of a nightmare, well not anymore but for a couple of years it preyed at my mind. Little old lady swerved and clipped me, Interstate forty, nice clean clear sunny day, she was driving a little bit slow, i did not want to intimidate her, I got impatient, I keept backing out of it but then she would slow down some more, seemed like she wanted me to pass, she was getting ready to rip out her rear view mirror is she kept see ing me there. So I was coming bye, hugging the line on the left. when all of a sudden, just as the steer axle was paralell to the drivers door, she swerved, she started reaching for something on the dash board, her sideview mirror was inside the fender well, no contact but as she veered back to the right the mirror clipped the outter lip of the well and snapped off. Later I asked her what she was reaching for and she showed me a handicap sign. At first she was to afraid to speak to me, finally she rolled the window down and said "I am old."
She was a pretty good driver, could a been a lot worse, she stayed cool on her stool. Most of all I wanted to know if she was ok, she had her husband in the passenger seat, I taped her mirror back on with rock and roll tape.

the little in old ladies in my family some fierce women.
that was a long message he needs to punch it up a little. "Just hawl big a boy are you."

I was there big buddy, you were not close enough for her to see your face, you was close, about as close as you could get, with enough space to move left and pass. mybe ten car lengths, trucks behind you bunching up, maybe You should have stayed in back, whose fault was it, was it a preventable accident, why did she choose to reach over and grab that sign that moment , the worst possible moment and as she leaned she pulled the wheel to the right and then overcorected to the left. I used to have a lota lota friends who were big into Ram Dass back in my younger days. He said there are no accidents. I always wondered about that. Thirty years later and it is still an odd remark to me. Zen and the art of trucking, man I wish I had a craft at least. More and more I wish I could have been a Hindu.

But I had to feel in charge, take charge of my stretch of highway, clarity, much clearer yes, when number two diesel was my number one drug.
ran across of another book by Ram Dass last week
Still Here
Embracing Aging, Changing, and Dying
not sure what this ramble has to do with funny phone tape.
just say HiJack


So I bought me a cb radio, because I missed the voices in the night,
talk to myself, and other strangers on this grey text box