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I believe we all have our time....that was not yours.....and what an incredible feat of good fortune.

I have cheated death so many times especially in my youth that I prefer not to dwell on it.

I have a lot of dead friends for my age...the crowd I ran with from 15-35.

Nowadays with mortality inching closer, I pay a bit more attention to risk although I still confess to enjoying aggressive driving given the opportunity.

I think the absolute closest I ever came to "the end" had nothing to do with speed. I was standing on a cliff side with about a 200 foot drop right below me onto rocks and standing on slippery mud. I slipped and started sliding and clawed and literally tried to walk on air and at the last 2-3 feet before oblivion I was able to grab a sprig of a tree sticking out of nowhere and my pals laid down and held one another to reach out for me.

I have crash landed in airplanes twice and sank 135 miles offshore in the Gulf and sailed thru 100 knot storms at sea but was never truly terrified but on that cliff and almost falling to certain death....I was shaken up pretty good...as were the folks with me.

I drive 34 miles each way crosstown Nashville to work (Nashville has stupid drivers) and my number could come up any day but there just seems at times rhyme to the reason...I hope.

And some folks are simply unlucky....think of folks you know that everytime they are at risk...bad things happen.

oh well...life is funny. (and not like ha-ha)

You have just been flirting with disaster. My personal best
was a 193 mph in a Lingenfelter enhanced 1996 Corvette on
I-65 South just past Harding road to Cool Springs exit at 4:00 a.m.
Got pulled over by Brentwood after I left the Interstate because
Nashvegas cops couldnt catch me. We had a nice long chat and
they let me go with a speeding ticket but with speed unspecified.
A mere $65 problem. I shudder to think what old Barbarta Haynes
would have done to me.