The Cool Blue Story
Copyright 2010 Tim Hegarty
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Can’t see crap! I turned the windshield wipers off. Still can’t see crap. Yes Karen, there is a difference between a Cat 2 and a Cat 4 hurricane, a big difference. I’d had little problem back in the early seventies driving several hundred miles through a Category 2 hurricane but here I couldn’t drive 80 yards. A huge difference!
Son of a bitch. The car was moving. Sideways. I turned the steering wheel left into the wind. The car stopped moving. Now it was rocking. The noise was indescribable; indefinable except for the thunks from the flying debris.
Yeah the view was marginally better with the wipers off. I leaned forward my face as close to the windshield as possible. What the hell?
A tree was flying towards me. The airbag slammed me back into the seat. I heard the tree scraping over the car. The airbag deflated revealing a spidery web of cracks in the windshield. No matter; couldn’t see crap before and still couldn’t see crap. My situation wasn’t terrifying it was apocalyptic. I was stopped at the juncture of the road and the alley. All I had to do was turn the corner and go straight for 80 yards then turn right into Paul’s backyard. Of course I had to figure out which straight was straight. No lights, the electrons having stopped flowing an hour ago. I looked at the dashboard clock. Fifteen minutes until the eye. I lifted myself into the passenger’s seat and turned on the passenger-side airbag.