And ruin a perfectly good car in the process.
So, last night, after sound check, I decided to cruise across to the other side of the island for a bite to eat before show time. I took the usual route, a dark road through the farmlands in the center of the island. I got behind a pickup truck that was moving too slow for my taste... Meanwhile, the guy behind me is riding my ass. I take a curve, which I know is followed by a long straightaway.
As I come out of the curve, I check the road ahead... No headlights. I slide to the left and pass the pickup truck. I put the pedal down to put some distance between us, but I'm momentarily distracted, as I glance in my rear view mirror to see that the car behind me is also passing, trying to catch me.
I turn my eyes back to the road and turn on my brights just in time to see two horses running directly towards me. They're actually running towards the front of my car. I slammed on the brakes, knowing full well that it was far too late.
The next couple seconds are not very clear. I heard a loud CRUNCH, My windshield went all sparkly, and a big white thing popped up in front of me. "Cool, the air bag works" briefly flashes through my mind. Then I wonder which fucking asshole is laying on the horn, and why won't they stop. I instinctively steer the car onto the shoulder as the car comes to a stop. I hear people outside the car yelling "get out of the car!" That asshole is still laying on the horn. Then I realize it's my horn. "Oh my god! Get out of the car!" the voices outside are still yelling.
I get out of the car. There are a few people standing around. There's a car parked on the other side of the road, I don't know where they came from, but I wouldn't be surprised if they were trying to catch one of the horses, which is probably what spooked them into running up the road. People ask me if I'm alright, I say yes, and they're like "are you sure? because your car is FUCKED UP."
A moments inspection quickly verifies what I already knew. The car is toast. I look myself over... My fingers stings a tiny bit, and is bleeding. I lick away the blood (yes, I do that when I cut myself) There's a tiny scratch on my finger. I brush the broken glass off, and check myself again. I figure I've got to be bleeding somewhere else, but nothing hurts. I call my dad and ask him to come get me.
After the police came, I headed back to town. I didn't go to the hospital, because nothing hurt. I still feel fine, so I guess I'm alright. I went and played my gig(The show must go on!) and we rocked the place. I still had some horse gore on my pants.
Yeah, the horses were both killed instantly. I walked up the road to look at the carnage... One of them was missing a piece of his face, and had a broken leg with the bone sticking out. I didn't look at the other one very closely, but it was quite dead.
This was fucking stupid. I know that road, I know there are often horses there, and I know better than to take my eyes off the road when I'm going that fast at night. I'm going to miss that car... We had some good times.
Of course the scum around here went and stole my wheels and battery during the night.
So, last night, after sound check, I decided to cruise across to the other side of the island for a bite to eat before show time. I took the usual route, a dark road through the farmlands in the center of the island. I got behind a pickup truck that was moving too slow for my taste... Meanwhile, the guy behind me is riding my ass. I take a curve, which I know is followed by a long straightaway.
As I come out of the curve, I check the road ahead... No headlights. I slide to the left and pass the pickup truck. I put the pedal down to put some distance between us, but I'm momentarily distracted, as I glance in my rear view mirror to see that the car behind me is also passing, trying to catch me.
I turn my eyes back to the road and turn on my brights just in time to see two horses running directly towards me. They're actually running towards the front of my car. I slammed on the brakes, knowing full well that it was far too late.
The next couple seconds are not very clear. I heard a loud CRUNCH, My windshield went all sparkly, and a big white thing popped up in front of me. "Cool, the air bag works" briefly flashes through my mind. Then I wonder which fucking asshole is laying on the horn, and why won't they stop. I instinctively steer the car onto the shoulder as the car comes to a stop. I hear people outside the car yelling "get out of the car!" That asshole is still laying on the horn. Then I realize it's my horn. "Oh my god! Get out of the car!" the voices outside are still yelling.
I get out of the car. There are a few people standing around. There's a car parked on the other side of the road, I don't know where they came from, but I wouldn't be surprised if they were trying to catch one of the horses, which is probably what spooked them into running up the road. People ask me if I'm alright, I say yes, and they're like "are you sure? because your car is FUCKED UP."
A moments inspection quickly verifies what I already knew. The car is toast. I look myself over... My fingers stings a tiny bit, and is bleeding. I lick away the blood (yes, I do that when I cut myself) There's a tiny scratch on my finger. I brush the broken glass off, and check myself again. I figure I've got to be bleeding somewhere else, but nothing hurts. I call my dad and ask him to come get me.
After the police came, I headed back to town. I didn't go to the hospital, because nothing hurt. I still feel fine, so I guess I'm alright. I went and played my gig(The show must go on!) and we rocked the place. I still had some horse gore on my pants.
Yeah, the horses were both killed instantly. I walked up the road to look at the carnage... One of them was missing a piece of his face, and had a broken leg with the bone sticking out. I didn't look at the other one very closely, but it was quite dead.
This was fucking stupid. I know that road, I know there are often horses there, and I know better than to take my eyes off the road when I'm going that fast at night. I'm going to miss that car... We had some good times.
Of course the scum around here went and stole my wheels and battery during the night.
