So, last night I'm driving home from work on a windy road in West Virginia. Up ahead, there's a opossum in the road. Well, I don't like hitting things, so I swerve into the other lane to avoid him.
Bad Idea®.
As soon as I do that, another car comes over the hill. So I swerve back into my lane, tires squealing, as the other car passes by. I'm shaken, but uninjured. The other guy's fine. The opossum probably doesn't even know what's going on. Thank God I was driving my car instead of some lesser vehicle. I was pushing the envelope a little too far.
Actually, the Bad Idea® was swerving into a lane I couldn't see far enough ahead in. I can think of at least three occasions when swerving was the only way to avoid getting creamed. Which brings up a point about most driver education classes. Remember when they stuck you in a little box on wheels and told you to drive through those cone obstacle courses? That defining moment of anxiety was when you had to speed towards this artificial Y in the road and then make a sudden turn in the direction your instructor indicates. Well, the most ridiculous part of that exercise is that they invariably have you make a sudden swerve and then come to a stop. WTF? If I just swerved left into another lane to miss some idiot kid chasing a ball, I'm not about to stop in the face of on-coming traffic!
Oh well, at least I've managed to avoid all the idiots I've had the misfortune of meeting on the road so far. Let's just hope I can keep the streak alive.
Oh, and to whomever I scared the crap out of yesterday, sorry about that. I was the idiot that time.