Okay. Last week, I had to go get some shots, right? Three of them. I hate shots. Needles are not as bad, but shots hurt, dammit. And I had three! My arms hurt for days.
Anyway. Right. The point.
So, my mom and I were coming back from the doctor's office (and from running errands) and we were almost home when this crazy person on a motorcycle came flying down the road. We were waiting at a stop light and he was coming on the other street, followed by a very persistent police officer lady. Behind her was a teenage guy maybe a year younger than me, or so.
So the crazy person whips around the corner - probably going sixty/seventy miles an hour, at least, in a forty-five mile an hour zone - and almost hits my mom's car. The guy came so close that we couldn't even see the motorcycle anymore! When he passed, he had to stick his foot on the ground to avoid hitting the car, and he swerved past and down the road.
And you know what the scariest part was? He looked at me. Very, very scary because his teeth were bared and his eyes were really, really wide. He looked out of his mind! And before he drove past, he looked at my mom, too. I swear, time slowed down during those few moments that he looked at us. Then he passed, and time sped up again.
Sounds cheesy, I know. I'm a writer. I'm dramatic. Get over it.
Anyway, when the cop lady drove by, it looks like she looked us and the car over to make sure we were all right before driving after him. Once she had passed, the teenager drove past, looking panicked and determined. I guess that the jerk had stolen his cycle. Or his dad's cycle.
So, yeah. That was my near death experience.
~ Caitlin ~
Anyway. Right. The point.
So, my mom and I were coming back from the doctor's office (and from running errands) and we were almost home when this crazy person on a motorcycle came flying down the road. We were waiting at a stop light and he was coming on the other street, followed by a very persistent police officer lady. Behind her was a teenage guy maybe a year younger than me, or so.
So the crazy person whips around the corner - probably going sixty/seventy miles an hour, at least, in a forty-five mile an hour zone - and almost hits my mom's car. The guy came so close that we couldn't even see the motorcycle anymore! When he passed, he had to stick his foot on the ground to avoid hitting the car, and he swerved past and down the road.
And you know what the scariest part was? He looked at me. Very, very scary because his teeth were bared and his eyes were really, really wide. He looked out of his mind! And before he drove past, he looked at my mom, too. I swear, time slowed down during those few moments that he looked at us. Then he passed, and time sped up again.
Sounds cheesy, I know. I'm a writer. I'm dramatic. Get over it.
Anyway, when the cop lady drove by, it looks like she looked us and the car over to make sure we were all right before driving after him. Once she had passed, the teenager drove past, looking panicked and determined. I guess that the jerk had stolen his cycle. Or his dad's cycle.
So, yeah. That was my near death experience.
~ Caitlin ~
