Freddogg Off The Chain

Call it a “near hit” a “my bad” a bone headed stream of consciousness cut away behind the wheel of a three quarter ton Tundra with an eight foot bed rounded off above the rails with chunks of wood.
Back in 1999 I was in a roll over accident. I was unbelted lucky to have survived and so on the last day of 2007 I learned my lesson and still don’t wear a belt and there was Darby Dog riding shotgun quicker that a deployed airbag at 50 miles an hour.
I was checking my review never trusting that sticks of wood may go flying out the back and then I glanced to the right at Mr. Donut wondered if the drive in window was still there and with no sense of urgency I looked back onto the road in the direction I was traveling.
A maroon Sienna was just stopped there I guess to turn. Adrenaline kicked into crystal clear focus. No time to stop only to swerve to the right with a ton of wood on board. Speaking of dead wood I was almost part of the load. I came back left what is often described in fatalities as over correction. But the Tundra handled what I gave her and I screamed “asshole”! Because I represent!
God knows who was in that van and if I had been chased down and smacked I’d have just stood there and said smack me some more I deserve it.
And Darby remained loving and clueless the double helix of mammalian emotions.
Two Toyota's saved my life, a 4Runner in 99 and Tundra in 07. And so I must break the news to all my Christian friends that Jesus was Japanese!
Happy New Years and Feast of the Circumcision-a holy day of obligation- for you Catholics.

Freddogg