Driving down the steep, twisty roads of the Australian Alps this afternoon, my husband and I did not die.
We did not die by approximately 4-5 seconds. A car careened around a blind corner toward us, on our side of the road. He was racing at 30-40 kph an hour over the speed limit and 100% over the sanity limit.
We screeched to a stop while the blue bullet swerved back into its lane. In our car, the ABS grabbed and the dash cam blinked into emergency recording status.
A couple hours earlier we saw a car that hadn’t been so lucky. Maybe it was a warning.
Either way we made it to our next accommodation—an old church—in one piece. I’m going to give thanks the best way I know how. I’m going to work on my novel!
What stories of near-misses do you have to tell?