The guy who was behind the Bimmer stops on the left & runs to see if he’s OK. He is. & finally, the cop comes back , parks in the median, & gets out. As I start to pull away to continue on home, David Bowie’s Somebody Up There Likes Me starts playing on the stereo.
& now I’m safely on our sofa, eating a pecan Snickers, about to swallow a gummie. /fin