You could see it forming over the tree tops in the west. The funnel was so large that it appeared to be moving pretty slow, but that was because it blocked most of my view in its direction. I was heading northwest. This was going to be interesting.
Everyone started slowing down or even turning around because it seemed that we would be crossing paths in the very near future. It was coming quick.
Foolishly, I kept going.
“If it’s going to get me, it’s going to get me.” Not very wise last words or even that cool sounding. I start going through the rolodex in my head thinking of tough one liner’s and memorable last words.
Clint Eastwood comes to mind.
“We’ve all got it comin’, kid!”
I say it out loud. It makes me feel brave.
I roll down my windows. Bruce Willis speaks to me.
“Yippy Kiya Mother Fucker!!”
Cars start speeding past. And I thought I was leading this charge. Glancing in my rearview mirror I see cars in the air. Another storm has formed behind me. I turn on the radio. “Born to Run” is blaring. I pump my fist.
I’m going 55 mph, but it feels like light speed in the rain and turbulence. I see a collage of wind and debris ahead. This is how God vandalizes.
The darkness closes in on me. The countdown begins:
And we have lift off. My car is flying. I am Neil Armstrong. I’m going to the moon. I name my car Apollo 11.
I tell “The Boss” that I love him and I close my eyes.
“Everybody’s out on the run tonight but there’s no place left to hide.”