The day I almost died

Last Friday as we were walking and were already engaged to go through the pedestrian crossing at a four-point stop road crossing, a Ford Mustang EV almost turned me into a flattened, dead rabbit. 

Reflexively, I instantly jumped back, the driver hit the brakes, but had I not dodged it, I wouldn’t have written this blog, instead my wife would have composed my obituary. 

The guy looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights, didn’t roll down his window, grimaced some words that remained inaudible to me and sped away. 

I pulled up my phone and was barely able to snap two pictures of the offending car. I’m sure I know what I will do with them, but I made out its Utah plate as G51 1YU.

What’s certain is that I’m grateful to be alive and well, so I’ll try to remember it next time, as a handy tool for self-preservation!