What's more, it was certainly not a more enjoyable experience, all things considered--drive along, and then the THUD, get out, wonder "What was that" and ask "What was that" aloud, once more, on the way back there, as if someone were paying attention (they never do) and why today and why me and who might, perhaps, die because I had hit whatever I had hit and done whatever I ahd done and how could that be fair and who could ever allow such a thing in a fair universe if it were fair and if not well...in any case, it was a mouthful, and by the time I actually got back there and found the tire needed changing...well! I was quite exhausted already, and this seemed like a job for my brother, Stephen, a mechanic, but as the cellphone didn't work...here again, isolated and here, at this very moment, someone might just have been in a horrific accident which would require every last lucky second and break along the way he or she could get and the best care she could receive...and that's me.
What if I wasn't there, what then?