84, at Woodside. So this time I am actually taking it easy. Good thing, too, because things could have been a lot worse. I'm on Hwy. Between the flatlands of Silicon Valley and home, the road consists of curves, hills, and hairpins.
Common sights are the occasional deer in the road, fallen rocks and tree limbs.
The next piece of road is somewhat straight, with one hollow in it that you cannot see into until you round a corner. As those eyes flicker and stare into my high beams, time is frozen into one long moment of eternity. Something bad is about to happen. I clipped the animal with a dull thunk. Almost missed her, dammit.