The car hit the bridge doing about seventy-five. The tire popping sounded like a gun shot. The car swerved left, then right, hit the rail, and then went air-born. It was shocking how long it took for the sound of metal hitting the rocks below to come back up to the freeway and announce itself.
Luckily, there was no one in the car that day, as it had screamed up I-5—only the memory of a person, who probably shouldn’t have been driving (not being real and all.) The car left behind a wife and three little motor-scooters. A memorial service for the tire that popped is scheduled for Sunday the 17th…
—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Supreme Bunny Lord of The P.E.W.)
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