MINDLESS MUSINGS

On our way home from Cronulla beach we ended up in the outside lane at a set of lights. Cars were parked in front of us just across the intersection. Wayne was driving one of his shitbox cars he picked up for a couple of hundred dollars. For the story let’s say it was a Toyota Crown in very far from mint condition.

On the inside lane beside us was a brand new looking BMW or something similar; a car that would have no problem eating our shitbox in a race. Regardless of this it seemed that Wayne was intent on attempting to outrun this car and jump in front of it.

“Don’t try it” came the first warning from Ed in the front passenger seat. I was back seat middle and really couldn’t understand the severity of our situation at this point.

The light turned green and Wayne floored it. We meandered forward and the BMW was not even trying and was keeping right beside us.

I had Robert laughing like a madman in my right ear and from my left Corey yelled “Wayne you’re not gunna make it!”

As the parked car drew nearer, the BMW driver must have understood the suicide mission Wayne had undertaken and hit his brakes to give us a gap. Unfortunately, Wayne had taken his hands off the wheel and placed them beside his head in a shattered sense of defeat. Major problem was, his foot was still on the accelerator and that parked car was getting treacherously close. A full speed collision was imminent!

Miraculously Edward reached over from the passenger seat and steered us through the available gap with one hand. I will never forget that; hand of God or hand of Ed, I do not car, it was a miracle! I also thank the BMW driver for slowing down every time I recall this fiasco.

I sat dumbstruck as the other passengers’ derided Wayne for his senseless attempt. He just drove on in silence and listened. I reckon he was as amazed as the rest of us that we had gotten out of that without some serious injuries or death.