“No,” I said. “Not since that woman with a cast on her leg ran a red light and broadsided me on Second South a few years ago.”
Here’s what I remember about that experience. The instant my car got hit, everything began happening in slow motion. The car spun around in slow motion. The people in the car behind me looked on in horrified slow motion. I hung onto the steering wheel for dear life in slow motion. My Dr Pepper splashed in slow motion. And all I could think was “Damn. My. Car. Seats. Will. Be. So.