She came out of nowhere it seemed—but isn’t that how it always is?
One minute David and I were driving along talking about miso soup and the benefits of organic farming, or maybe pondering some philosophical question like, “Is it easier to change direction—or to simply forget where one has been?”
The next thing we knew we were upside down on the grass on the opposite side of the road.
A woman had run a stop sign with her beater Ford Galaxy and had plowed right into us. Her car hit our right rear wheel so hard that it pushed the car all the way to the curb on the opposite side of the road. The impact with the curb flipped the car upside down.
The Toyota Corolla wagon’s roof was pretty much crushed flat on the dashboard and steering wheel, leaving the only route of exit out through the popped out rear window. David, being a little claustrophobic, wanted no part of hanging out in the upside down car and neither did I. We made our way out of the car crawling between the seats and through the broken glass on the roof of the car. Ducking under the top of the back seat, I whacked my knee on the dome light. The smell of dripping gas, tire rubber and spilled coffee was in the air.