Posted in Musings and Mutterings

Thanking My Lucky Cars

Everett and I have an understanding. I take care of him and he takes care of me. Everett is my car.

My work keeps me out a bit late and my way home on Thursdays is on a more rural road with some twisty back roads. I was diddy-bopping along and jammin’ to music when I saw a buck saunter out into the road ahead of me, followed by another deer. At 55 mph, I figured I’d just miss the buck, but wasn’t sure whether to slow down for the other deer or to speed up and slip between the two.

After a moment’s hesitation, I yelled an obscenity and decided I wasn’t going to slow down in time and I’d rather have a sidelong impact than head on, so I continued forward at +50 mph. Sure enough, I heard a thump on the side of my car.

I motored on… the car behind me slowed down. I don’t know if what went bump in the night for me laid down in the road for them, or if they too were deciding how to play this out. Either way, I wasn’t sticking around.

On the way home I assessed the car’s ride and was grateful the window were all intact. Strangely, through the whole thing, I felt amazingly calm. My music was thumping, and Everett was still riding smoothly, so I just knew everything was fine. There could be no other explanation.

I made it home without further excitement and pulled into the driveway to survey the passenger side of my car. Everett’s safety bubble proved itself once more. Not a dent on him. Looks like a bit of a scratch, but nothing some buffing couldn’t fix at the most.

Like I said, I take care of Ev and Ev takes care of me. Love my car and so thankful for my safety bubble.


I believe you make your own reality whether good or bad. Thus, my favorite saying is, "Say what you mean and mean what you say."

Well, Sharon, if you wanna know what I think....

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