I was heading home alone from a road trip I went on with friends. It was well into the afternoon somewhere about 2pm. I had been on the road since 8am and was doing gas, potty and go thing. I was on highway 83 feet up, cruise set at 75 just jamming along enjoying the ride. I was in the left hand lane oh did I mention I was going completely the wrong way. Any way I went North instead of south but had not realized it yet. I guess my head may not have fully been in the game so that could have been the reason for the mistake. I was thinking about the road trip and the week before and was having a hard time dealing with my feelings. I did however drag my ass from West of Morgantown to South Carolina during the morning hours. If I want to beat feet I beat feet. When I stopped for fuel for some reason I went the wrong direction.
I was feeling pretty good at the moment I had cold water the weather was sunny and traffic was picking up but still moving along. I had got my head back on the game once on the highway again, as an upcoming exit made me look for cars and trucks entering the highway. I saw this white car come across the right land and headed right for me! At the same second my mind said SHIT! I was off the throttle, applying both brakes in panic mode, and down shifting all at one time. I was feathering the rear brake as I could feel the tire grab and slide, so I was trying to avoid a lowend slide. I was also moving to the left off onto the shoulder of the road. Its tough to hit the "wake grooves" while feathering the back brake, If I reached out with my left hand the concrete barrier I would be able to touch. All of this action happened in less than a minutes time, then the car was well ahead of me. All the other cars around me all pointed and had hit their skids as well. Each of them gave me room to move back on to the highway.
I think the hardest thing to deal with isn't the panic stops, the actions I had to take or the fear, but the adrenalin rush afterwards. The "fight or flight" mode. I began to shake and felt short of breath. I was shaking my head, them each arm and hand as well as legs. I was in the left hand land with a tiny shoulder so I couldn't just stop. Once the shakes were over I was pissed, I wanted to run down that bastard and show him what I thought of him. As I was running up the left hand lane looking for the dick, I spotted his car. Son of a Gun if he wasn't looking for me! He rolled down his window and shouted, " oh my gosh I am so sorry, I wasn't paying attention so I ran you off the road, and I could have killed you! I yelled a him, "ya got two use them" Man, He totally ruined my good string of cruse words and tell offs. He admitted his mistake so there was no reason to continue on. I eased my way to the right lane to get off at the next good looking exit to completely be sure I shook it off and in doing so I saw I was going the wrong damn way. I wondered if it was skill, reactions or just my angel stepping in to wake me up and get my head back into the game. After a few minutes at the rest stop I got going in the right direction, with my head in the the game. Thank You my Guardian Spirit I still got things to do here. Have a great day! "T"
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