Jan 202013
When my car lost connection with the road, I lost connection with my physical self.
by Bill Dunphy
For one, dreamy, moment I was airborne — actually flying — as the car finished its slewing skid across the black ice, hit the dry pavement sideways, stuttered, and then leaped into the air.
Flying.
It’s a bit like when you were a kid and the sidewalks ice over. On your way to school you’d take these long sweeping steps, gliding and sliding across the barely visible but always treacherous ice, knowing it would end suddenly and your boots would catch on the cement and send you flying. But if you had it timed right, you’d turn that sudden stuttering step into a running leap, launching yourself onto the next strip of slippery ice.
And off you flew…
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