push me harder

when I was 17, I thought I was going to kill myself. I was driving 70mph on the b.r.p. and all that ran through my head was “is it going to happen? is this it?”

a car merged in without seeing me from the right shoulder and all my instincts told me to go left. go left. go left. I went left.

there was no one in the middle lane, I guess the absence of someone was my savior that day.

I haven’t heard the pedals speak to me since that day.