So Close

It was close. Within a matter of seconds, I could have gotten into a bad car crush tonight. I wasn’t the driver, but was the one on the passenger seat who got the exact the same visions and totally conscious about the whole situation. Strangely enough, I didn’t scream, yell out loud, but only told the driver to slow down two seconds before she was about to hit.

She stepped on her brakes but not to a completely stop. She had to change to an open lane on her left to get extra inches of braking distance. Both of us could hear the brake scratching through the sky while anxiously keeping the car out of danger.

It was a good opportunity to test out her brakes; only wish I wasn’t in the car when this testing took place.

Wasn’t I afraid because I trust the driver? No, I knew she just got her new car and she doesn’t drive often. Technically, she is still getting used to her new buddy. What was it then? If the driver were horrified, how come I didn’t feel a thing?

I remember something like this happened in the summer last year. Back then I was the driver and the only person in the car. My legs couldn’t stop shaking after I finally hauled my car to a complete stop.

Exact incident but totally different reactions this time. Could it be I have outgrown my boldness or I was slow somehow I forgot to react? What I know for sure is that screaming doesn't do much other than agitating the driver under that situation.

On second thought, I shouldn’t be the one reflecting here. Maybe some people just can’t drive and talk, yet still pay full attention on the road at the same time. But again, I can’t tell them to ignore your friends while driving, either.