Funny, the events of chapter 19 happened on 1/9/2006.
I’m driving in my car, way up on the Angeles Crest highway, coming down from spending yet another excruciating day up in the forest, trying to make sense of it all. That did not go well at all, as I had not yet learned that trying to rationalize the irrational is silly.
I had also made the mistake of trying to tell my 65 year old Tree farmer parents what was going on inside my beautiful mind. When you bring this sort of stuff to someone who grew up outside of a town of 40, you don't always get what you want. You might not even get what you need.
There's a good chance that you'll get shut down completely. Basically, I'm saying pick and choose who you share this stuff with. Some people are so rigid that you can't even wonder aloud about this kind of thing without being shunned.
Long story short, I’m really tired and wicked cranky as I'm driving down the twisty mountain highway. Then I get stuck behind this Toyota Scion, it's going about 5 miles an hour. Which is really not safe, as the Angeles Crest highway is equal parts highway and racetrack. Sooner or later, some speed Demon is going to fly around a corner and ram into me.
And then I got this funny feeling. This will completely out me as the geek I really am, but honestly, the best way for me to describe it is that my Spidey sense started tingling. Yeah, I'm a geek, I know...
Something, was not right.
I’m looking around, trying to figure out what’s going on, it really feels like something's up. But there’s nothing. It’s all just forest and pavement. And then I notice the plate on the Toyota Scion in front of me.
It’s “5KFL277”.
There’s that number again. At this point, I was thinking that there was a pretty good chance I was crazy, but am I really crazy enough think that a license plate is trying to tell me something?
Yes apparently I am. I started sounding it out.
KFL... Kiffle? Koffle? Kooful? Kareful?
Careful! That's a word... Ok, why am I being careful?
At that moment, the car in front of me finally pulled over to the side. I passed her, but kept it super slow. I turned one corner, maybe two or three more. Then I had to SLAM on the brakes.
Because there was a man's corpse laying in the middle of the road.
His motorcycle had collided with a School Bus. There was another man attending to him, but it was too late. His Femur was broken in half, and he had bled to death.
Yeah, that all happened. Here's the accident report,
http://articles.glendalenewspress.com/2006-01-10/local/gnp-safetybrfs10_1_glendale-man-angeles-crest-highway-school-bus
That was really spooky for me. Something told me to be careful, and then there was an extremely good reason to be, just up ahead. Let's be honest, that's really weird. I had no idea what to make of it. It really rattled me. It very much bent my reality.
Looking back now, with 7 years of time to think, I think it's possible it was something/someone much like this guy, working overtime on my behalf.
I know that sounds crazy, I know it sounds impossible. But that did happen, exactly as I said. Feel free to give me your explanation in the comments section below. I'm all ears.
That sort of thing will rattle your cage quite a bit. So I went home and did what any child of the Millennium would do, I wrote a blog about it.
The motorcycle rider’s cousin found the post on-line. She sent me an e-mail asking me for more information on what happened. Want to guess what her name is?
Anne.
NEXTLEVEL.
I’m driving in my car, way up on the Angeles Crest highway, coming down from spending yet another excruciating day up in the forest, trying to make sense of it all. That did not go well at all, as I had not yet learned that trying to rationalize the irrational is silly.
I had also made the mistake of trying to tell my 65 year old Tree farmer parents what was going on inside my beautiful mind. When you bring this sort of stuff to someone who grew up outside of a town of 40, you don't always get what you want. You might not even get what you need.
There's a good chance that you'll get shut down completely. Basically, I'm saying pick and choose who you share this stuff with. Some people are so rigid that you can't even wonder aloud about this kind of thing without being shunned.
Long story short, I’m really tired and wicked cranky as I'm driving down the twisty mountain highway. Then I get stuck behind this Toyota Scion, it's going about 5 miles an hour. Which is really not safe, as the Angeles Crest highway is equal parts highway and racetrack. Sooner or later, some speed Demon is going to fly around a corner and ram into me.
And then I got this funny feeling. This will completely out me as the geek I really am, but honestly, the best way for me to describe it is that my Spidey sense started tingling. Yeah, I'm a geek, I know...
Something, was not right.
I’m looking around, trying to figure out what’s going on, it really feels like something's up. But there’s nothing. It’s all just forest and pavement. And then I notice the plate on the Toyota Scion in front of me.
It’s “5KFL277”.
There’s that number again. At this point, I was thinking that there was a pretty good chance I was crazy, but am I really crazy enough think that a license plate is trying to tell me something?
Yes apparently I am. I started sounding it out.
KFL... Kiffle? Koffle? Kooful? Kareful?
Careful! That's a word... Ok, why am I being careful?
At that moment, the car in front of me finally pulled over to the side. I passed her, but kept it super slow. I turned one corner, maybe two or three more. Then I had to SLAM on the brakes.
Because there was a man's corpse laying in the middle of the road.
His motorcycle had collided with a School Bus. There was another man attending to him, but it was too late. His Femur was broken in half, and he had bled to death.
Yeah, that all happened. Here's the accident report,
http://articles.glendalenewspress.com/2006-01-10/local/gnp-safetybrfs10_1_glendale-man-angeles-crest-highway-school-bus
That was really spooky for me. Something told me to be careful, and then there was an extremely good reason to be, just up ahead. Let's be honest, that's really weird. I had no idea what to make of it. It really rattled me. It very much bent my reality.
Looking back now, with 7 years of time to think, I think it's possible it was something/someone much like this guy, working overtime on my behalf.
I know that sounds crazy, I know it sounds impossible. But that did happen, exactly as I said. Feel free to give me your explanation in the comments section below. I'm all ears.
That sort of thing will rattle your cage quite a bit. So I went home and did what any child of the Millennium would do, I wrote a blog about it.
The motorcycle rider’s cousin found the post on-line. She sent me an e-mail asking me for more information on what happened. Want to guess what her name is?
Anne.
NEXTLEVEL.
I remember you telling me this story when it happened. It's STILL trippy.
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