"I'm spinning out, I can't control my car..."

Friday night I was on my way home from the Strip when my passenger side front tire blew out while I was in the middle of negotiating a curve. The shredded tire promptly ended the negotiations, causing me to lose control of the rolling deathtrap I drive daily amongst a who's who of the worst drivers on earth (including myself) and go over a curb into a rocky ravine kinda thing, stopping only when I hit a chain-link fence. If I had lost the tire two seconds before or after, I would have hit a brick wall and right now I'd be blogging about all of my suffering in Hell. Yeah, so I started the weekend by almost dying because I can't afford a decent car. And now the car I have is all fucked up and I don't think I can afford to get it fixed. Since I'd have to walk about six miles just to get to a bus stop, this has ruined the last few days for me.

I wish I could wax philosophic about the effects my brush with death had on my outlook on life, how I've learned to appreciate the little things in life, but I guess because I didn't suffer even the slightest injury I'm just amazed at how lucky I was. Really, even though I had no clue the tire was going to go, it was just a matter of time before it did. I could have plowed into pedestrians or oncoming traffic had it happened at another time on another road.

I'll post again when I can. I wanted this one to be funny but no funny came out of me. Luckily I had my fiction story written in a notebook and all I had to do was type it onto my blog. Hopefully by tomorrow I'll be able to write something else.

A special prize to whomever can tell me the source of the quote that serves as this post's title.