The day "The Beast" died

I guess I've become like many others who cant stand to keep their lives and thoughts to themselves. Keep in mind I am not English major by a long shot, nor do I feel I have the creativity required to adventure into something like a blog; so I dont promise anything entertaining here.

To begin my story, I get this strange text message from my brother who lives in Orlando saying that "the beast is finally dead". "The Beast" was the name his first car was given. He had this car since 16, applied different mod's for racing and so forth. Now let me tell you; for guys, or at least some guys, a car becomes almost like a pet. You become very close with it over time and it holds some sentimental value. Well by telling me the beast was dead, I took it as the car finally died after an engine replacement and many other trials in its so called lifetime. This wasnt what he meant by a long shot. As it turns out what he meant to say was, ' this crazy old 82 year old woman, who shouldnt have been driving in the first place, hit me head on today while I was on my way to work and now the car is irrepirably damaged'. I didnt fully understand the implications of his message until I opened my email and saw the picture. This kind of thing catches you off-guard and instinctively you go "holy shit". Especially when your family doesnt call to tell you about said incident. Nah, lets just send him a picture and make him go "holy shit"!

Just for the record he is fine. Had a busted lip, bruised knee and some whiplash. Not too bad considering the poor old lady went to the hospital.

At first I thought why are all these old people driving huge tanks like Hummers and driving around just waiting to plow into a farmers market. Old people like this have no place driving around. Its like drunk driving. Being behind the wheel of 3000 lbs of steel with a smile on your face not knowing what the hell is going on, just enjoying the ride. Being the sentimental, thoughtful guy I am, I began to think about how this poor lady is probobly in a lot of pain in the hospital and the fact that maybe there is no one to take care of her so she has no choice but to try and make it on her own. If that is not the case, then I revert back to my previous and original reaction.

As your next president, I vow to make everyone over the age of 75 take a yearly drivers test. If they pass then we will make them dodge other cars in a demolition derby fashioned in such a manner to scare them from ever wanting to drive again. Just kidding.

Just makes you realize it can all be over in a heartbeat so live it up!