I Almost Died

And saw it coming. 

The full-size truck. 20 yards away. Big, black full size Dodge Ram. Right in front of me. Going the opposite direction sharing the same lane. (His lane).

I had enough time to realize I could do nothing. Except ride it out and hope I made it. I had enough time to realize I was about to have a head on crash at 60+mph. Each. He had a very big grill. I had enough time to think "I am going to die."

I wasn't scared. I was just. There. It was going to be what it was going to be and I could do nothing except see how it came out.

The car stopped. The implosion had been significant. I was wearing my seatbelt. Two seconds of crash.

I didn't have a length of steel piercing my chest. I wasn't crushed. I wasn't on fire.

Yet.

I could hear the wires crackling and smell them burning. I had to get out.

The door wouldn't open. 

I couldn't help remember, in that moment of uncertainty about burning to death, my favoite racing movie, Le Mans. A crash. In slow motion the driver sat in his cockpit as time slowed down. He knew what was coming soon. He got out of the car and started to run. Step. Step. Faster. Step. Step. 

Boom.

He made it but not by much. I saw that scene in my head as I threw my shoulder against the door.

It opened.