Not too long ago I was driving home from a long weekend.
It had started snowing suddenly and the slush was building up on the road.
Doing 70 mph in a 86 high-center-of-gravity-death-trap Toyota pickup I wasn’t paying attention.
Suddenly the pickup slides sideways and continues down the road at about 50, sideways.
Then the tires catch pavement.
A rollover was bound to happen.
I fear death more than anything, yet once confronted with the inevitable I found my thoughts occupied only by one thing, “Gotta hold it in, can’t be found dead with piss all over my pants.