Thursday, 25 January 2018

Of Benzes and puddles: Part 2


To be forewarned...

I survived two other bumps and light puddles without further event, and approached the bend in the road. By now, I was both leader and pathfinder of a growing line of cars behind me.

As I rounded the bend,  I came face to face with a large, road-dividing puddle. My heart sank. For there was not a single oasis to be seen in that vast watery desert. I hesitated slightly, considering my options, then surged on. Perhaps it's not so deep, I thought. 

Some innate sense directed my actions as l descended into the flood. With every moment, I hoped and prayed that a solid feel of terra firma would halt this descent. It did eventually, but by this time, I could see that my front bumper was halfway submerged. By good fortune, the car sank no further, and the trepidation I felt gradually eased off into a blooming euphoria. I felt proud of her! My daredevil Mercedes!

As I emerged from the pool, I flicked my headlamps to full beam and scanned the horizon. Another road-dividing puddle even more ominous than the first beckoned.

My infantile euphoria died the death of a stillborn....

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