Picture the scene...Friday afternoon I'm rushing down that lunatic highway I was telling you about before, surrounded by hundreds of cars on both sides of me - all in the same hurry as me. I had a 4 p.m. appointment in Langford (about 20 mins. outside of Victoria) to meet with a graphic designer re. my book. Suddenly the car has a fit - not me the car! I was driving Kevin's car at the time. The quicker I drove, the noisier the car became. It felt like as if I had a puncture but because there was no place to stop I had to keep going until I got to Langford and off the motorway. When I got to Langford, I checked the car - surprisingly no flat tyre - what the hell was that noise? Fortunately and by some instinct, I had blessed myself with holy water before leaving the office. I had actually returned to the office to do that (don't normally do that).
After my appointment was finished, I decided to head for home and get Kevin to check out what was causing all that noise. So off I went again back on the dreaded lunatic motorway. This time the car was really really getting to sound more and more desperate and then the steering wheel began to shake so much I could barely handle it. Even though I felt really nervous, at the same time I had the strange calming sensation that an angel was steering the car. This one is definitely an 'Angel Story'. I progressed on my journey with Angelica steering the car. We barely made it off the motorway onto a quieter road when there was a loud CRASH!! The car came to a standstill and I watched in horror as I saw my front tyre jumping up in front of my eyes and across the road about to hit some fellow in his brand new red Audi car. I put my hands over my eyes and begged "sweet Jesus don't let that tyre hit that man's car". It didn't - I missed it by a split second!!
As I watched my left front tyre hop and skip across the road almost hitting this poor unfortunate, I thought of my friend Rose Delay in Calgary who was killed stone dead with her three kids behind her in the car from a similar incident. A tyre fell off a lorry and hit her window and that was the end of Rose at age 37!! Phew! I can tell you those fellows who had put a new and espensive set of tyres on Kevin's car the previous Monday had a lot to answer for!! They had not put the tyre on properly. I was bucking and cursing and swearing like a drunken tinker to myself as I got out of the car - once the shock of what 'might have been' had passed. Imagine if that tyre had come off on the motorway and me going at nearly 110 kms!! There would have been not one but SEVERAL fatalities - a big pile-up for sure!
The moral of the story is - PRAY - bless your car. I ALWAYS say a prayer before I even start the ignition for a safe journey. I can tell you - I have had a few hit and misses like that and I always end up saying a Hail Mary in thanks. Elderly folk driving not watching where they are going and stopping dead, indicating right and going left, driving through four way stops, etc. etc. All I can say about the whole incident is that it was MIRACLE and I always thank God for my angel friends...
OH! I nearly forgot the good part - Just as my car came to a dead stop - the fellow directly behind me came out of his car - obviously! He was easy on the eye which was a nice bonus but an even BIGGER BONUS - he was an off-duty cop! Talk about luck!! The easy-on-the-eye off-duty cop took control of all the mess and asked me to step off the road so as not to get knocked down - thank you handsome cop!! What a gent and how GLAD I was that I had washed my hair and dressed up nicely - trust me it always helps to act the damsel in distress in such cases!! Not that I would wish a similar incident on anybody!
To ease my distress the fellow in the red audi (who was equally easy on the eye) was extremely pleasant about the whole 'unfortunate' incident. "My car is fine" he smiled "No problem".
Phew!! Thank you world. I didn't have to lift a pretty manicured nail. De boys did all the dirty work - removing offensive wheel, phoning for tow truck, etc. The off-duty cop phoned his on-duty cop to come and report the incident. Mind you it was best for last because the on-duty cop was a Robert Redford lookalike (RR in his hey day).
So all's well that ends well...
I needed some chocolate at Easter to help ease my post-traumatic-stress-disorder!!
Cheery Billy Bye and Love y'all.
Patricia Delisha xxx
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