I'm sweating right now. Not from the four miles I just walked, in the 87 degree, sunny California weather. It's from the confrontation I had with a neighborhood psycho. Every Sunday I extend how far I walk by a block or two. Last Sunday I decided to walk down a new cul-de-sac I've never been on before, adding two more blocks to my four miles. On Monday, as I was rounding the circle part of the cul-de-sac, someone I've never meet before started backing out of his driveway. The closer I got to his driveway the more he inched closer to the road. When I finally was in front of his driveway, I heard his engine rev up, and saw his truck coming at me faster then I thought was safe. I had to jump out of the way so I wouldn't get hit. You can imagine how my heart was racing. I was bent over, hands on both knees, trying to calm my breathing. I thought the guy probably didn't see me and was a careless driver by not looking where he was going when he backed up! Until I saw him drive by. He gave me the angriest look. Like it was my fault. As he drove off I thought, "what a jerk." I calmed myself down, and after awhile thought nothing more of it. Until today. I was circling the same cul-de-sac when the same pick-up, came down the street, this time, aiming it's front end right at me. I quickly moved onto someone's lawn when I heard and could smell the sidewall of a tire rubbing along the curb where I had been walking. Then this brute of a fellow sticks his head out the driver's side window and yells, "I thought I warned you off my street the other day. Sticking his head back inside the cab, he spins the truck around, heading back my way. I was sure the curb wasn't going to impede his driving this time. I reach down, picked up a decorative rock, lying between other rocks circling the base of a tree. It felt heavy. It was the size of a softball, I believe weighing in around four to five pounds. His speed kept increasing so I didn't have time to think. I threw the stone as if my life depended on it. I hit square in the middle of the windshield, causing spider web cracks all through the glass, blocking the driver's vision. He stuck his head out the driver's side window again, never taking his foot off the accelerator. In doing so, by looking out the window, he steered the vehicle slightly to it's right, hitting a telephone poll. The air bag deployed, pinning the driver's head out the window, snapping the back of his neck on the truck's frame, knocking him out cold. Then, after realizing it was all over, I continued on my evening walk. It felt like a scene out of the movie, "Gangs of New York!"
This is,
I Made The Whole Story Up On My Walk Today,
Jim Hauenstein,
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