A&Q about Lotus
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In such instances my mind seems to go into slow motion. In the 1/4 second between noticing the threat and getting past it my brain slows everything down. It seems like there is plenty of time to consider every option, weigh the pros and cons, go over my grocery list briefly, check the position of the sun in the sky, practice a breathing exercise, remember that thing I had forgotten all week that was bugging me, review the pros and cons again, make a decision, and then act to avoid the obstical. It's quite a strange and interesting mental phenomenon. I wonder if anybody has researched it.
Yes, that was what puzzled me the most and I tried to describe it. I was able to process an amazing amount of data in the split second and then react. Isn't that bizarre? Oh, and to answer the question, in the moment I decided laser blue was my next color. Not sure about now, but at the moment that was the decision---again, I thought-after I got out of the hospital. bizarre, huh!
Your skills paid off! Great description and great way to avoid the accident!
Have done a lot of autoxing really really paid off. Sounds silly, but in hindsight it may have saved a life. It really wasn't a hard maneuver, but had to done spot on.
Our friends were fine, as well as the driver of the SUV, but the little boy in the back was killed.
Wow, that brings it home. Glad I made the decision I did, because a baby in the back would have been killed. And who knows if there was one there or not....
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It's spooky, I was picking my next Elise colour when you almost crashed mine, Jer
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BWAHAHAHAHA!
Yeah, we got a little frisky on those old 48s of yours, eh? I can go a lot faster around that corner on my AD07s, Doug. I think your car wasn't aligned very well at the time, too. Why don't you come autoxing anymore???
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From Bill Bryson's "The Lost Continent"
Every ten miles or so [in the far west of Kansas] there is a side road, and at every side road there is an old pickup truck stopped at a stop sign. You can see them from a long way off-in Kansas you can see everything from a long way off-glinting in the sunshine. At first you think the truck must be broken down or abandoned, but just as you get within thirty or forty feet of it, it pulls out onto the highway in front of you, causing you to make an immediate downward adjustment in your speed from sixty miles an hour to about twelve miles an hour and to test the resilience of the steering wheel with your forehead. This happens to you over and over. Curious to see what sort of person could inconvenience you in this way out in the middle of nowhere, you speed up to overtake it and see that sitting at the wheel is a little old man of eighty-seven, wearing a cowboy hat three sizes too large for him, staring fixedly at the empty road as if piloting a light aircraft through a thunderstorm. He is of course quite oblivious of you. Kansas has more drivers like this than any other state in the nation, more than can be accounted for by simple demographics. Other states must send them their old people, perhaps by promising them a free cowboy hat when they get there.