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taken its toll. When her eyes finally drifted shut, I picked up my windbreaker and the survival kit and slipped out the door. Two and two don't always make four, but the sum of my knowledge about that thing peacefully reposing on the butcher slab at Palmer s market added up to a whole lot more than I knew when I had gotten up this morning. |
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The Z coughed to life and I aimed it toward Chambers Bay. |
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If you've never had the experience of arriving at the scene of a bad accident 30 seconds after it had happened, you're never quite sure how you'll handle it. Do you rattle? Are you the kind who panics? Some people come unwrapped. Some respond appropriatelycool, calm, measured, efficient. Unfortunately, I don't fit in either category. My best reactions are gut reactions. Sometimes that's good; sometimes it isn't. |
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Reflecting on it, the fog probably saved me because I had slowed down more than normal for the corner and had dropped into second gear when it happened. |
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I was sure of two things. It sounded like the initial volley at Gettysburg, and it was too damn close. |
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The Z veered sharply to the right, crashing into the eight-inch-high elevated |
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