I wonder if they think about me…later…the ones that almost kill me…
They run me out of my lane or pull out in front of me without looking. Some run up on my tail at speeds that make it impossible for them to evade. Some swerve in front of me and slam on the brakes.
I’m not talking about the minor stuff…I don’t even notice that anymore. In a city of millions those sorts of things are inevitable. They’re avoidable too…if the other driver is just…inattentive rather than aggressive or outright hostile.
It’s the ones that give me no chance at all…unless I take serious evasive action. Fractions of a heartbeat…fractions of an inch…between life and death. More than once I’ve wondered in passing just which side of that particular line I ended up on…
One day I might blink at just the wrong time. Zig instead of zag. Make the wrong decision. I ride defensively. I’m aware. I always try to have an “out”…a plan.
One day even that may not be enough. Will they think about it then?
Life…and death. Fractions apart…some…many…flip me off when they realize what happened.
What kind of fucked up world view would you have to have in order to almost kill somebody…and then flip them off?
Do they mean it? That may just be the question that haunts me.
I’m not sure what’s worse…some never acknowledge I was even there.
I wonder if they actually understand what they nearly did…that there was life and death on the line. They created death…it was only the actions of another that prevented it.
There was a person on that machine…one that wanted nothing more than to get home and see his lady…
…a person that might just need one more day…or perhaps just one more moment…to earn back another piece of his soul…
Does that matter? Does it cross their mind later? Do they wonder…in the middle of the night?
I’ll see you on the road.