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DakiniDancer

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(aka Josephine Elizabeth Ortez, Josie Ortez) I am 61 years young, a performance artist, writer and painter (oils) I live with my Dalmatian doggie 3 cats and 2 goldfish. I am happy despite my best efforts to the contrary. I am of Native American, Mexican, German, Irish English ethnicity. A DAKINI is a semi wrathful spirit woman from the Tibetan Buddhism tradition who manifests in dreams, visions and during meditation. She is the Goddess of Life's turning points, serving as instigator, inspirer, messenger and even trickster. She transmutes suffering into enlightened awareness. She is often depicted as a young naked figure in dancing pose often holding a skull cup of the Elixir of Life in one hand and a curved knife in the other. She may wear a garland of human skulls, her hair is wild and hangs down her back. She dances on top of a corpse, representing her mastery over ego and ignorance. MAY ALL BEINGS BE HAPPY!

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MARCH 6, 2009 4:53AM

My Tiny Car Saved Me

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It was a dark and stormy night. Oh  wait, wrong open call. Ok, it was a day of sunshine between cloudbursts. I was in my Toyota Scion XA, which is about the same size as a VW. I was stopped at a red light at the bottom of a long winding downhill road. In the right lane.

A car ahead. 

A car to my left. 

I idly glanced in my side view mirror, something I never do. When  checking out traffic around me, while stopped, I always look in my inside rearview mirror.

This day was different. 

I noticed a trash truck making it's way down the hill in the left lane. I could see that the truck was slowing but I said to myself, with a small laugh, I sure hope he stops.

I then gazed straight ahead.

A second later I heard the truck honking its horn. Without a thought, purely on instinct, I immediately pulled my car over to  the left as far as I could.

Another second and the trash truck rumbled past me on the right, missing my car by inches. The driver  had lost his brakes. He went over the curb, maneuvering the truck between a line of trees and the stoplights, a distance of no more than 50 feet. He went through the red light and, luckily, no cars were in the way. He finally came to a halt on the other side where the road leveled out.

The light changed and traffic moved. I don't think any one else knew what had gone down. I passed the truck and looked up at the driver, wanting to give him a thank you wave, but I saw that he had his head down, and I'm sure he was saying "Gracias a Madre de Dios". It didn't hit me until later that day that I'd nearly gotten creamed.

A year later I traded the Scion in for a Corolla because the Scion had proved to be too small. The new Corolla was the same price as the Scion, got the same mileage, and I wondered why I had opted for such a small car as the Scion to begin with. Then I remembered that day. The Corolla is larger than the Scion. Enough so that it might have made a real difference that day. 

 

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Size is not necessarily an indicator of your chances of overall survivability for one, very interesting reason. Apparently, once you account for knucklehead male speed freak drivers and those who are just young and inexperienced, it appears that many very small cars have very low accident rates because... they are nimble. Their drivers tend to be engaged drivers, they feel small compared to the trucks and other vehicles on the road and perhaps because of this they may exercise a bit more due care. I was shocked when I found how little it cost to insure my brand new 30k M edition Miata in one of the worst insurance markets in the country... less than an 8 year old Ford Taurus worth about 4k. Who knew?
Shit forgot to say what I had started out to say. When you looked in the mirror and saw the garbage truck, did it ever occur to you to do nothing?
What was the impetus that prompted you to move your car?
Dear Ablonde. What prompted me to move my car? A very
difficult question. All's I can say is that I pay attention. It was
all completely automatic. I have, more or less, given myself
over to the Universe, I stay open. That may sound airy fairy
and probably is, but it works.
One more thing. I'm glad I didn't see the truck as it lost it's
brakes and headed towards me. I probably would have had
a heart attack or been frozen in fear.
I reckon it was the "third eye."
Ablonde: And an OM TARE TUTTARE TURE SOHA! back
at you.
Scary! I bet you keep having nightmares about this incident. I know I would, if something like this had happened to me.
I can take it! Actually thanks very much. Check this out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtSpJUVWN4Y
very lovely
Whew!

As Ablonde says, li'l cars are nimble. Safer unless you get hit. Some cars are sold on their safety in collisions, but that would be with each other, not with runaway dump-trucks (or tractor-trailers).

Glad you're still here!
Whew! That's much too close of a close call, Dakini. I'm glad that it all worked out for you. I love those instances where instinct takes over and we're seemingly led out of harm's way.
There is a lot to be said for going out into the world with full self awareness of how vulnerable and little and unprotected we are.

My aunt gave me the best advice ever for driving out in the big world, "Always know where your bumpers are."

When we know where we are and how we move, we can remember how little and helpless we are. This, more than anything else, can make us strong.
thank goodness that you noticed his approach in the first place and that your instincts kicked in without question.

there is a canyon in malibu where approx once every two years or so a similar scene plays out. too often, the results aren't as good as recorded here.
Moana: The (non) incident happened 4 years ago. I go past
that spot at least twice a month and to this day I still marvel
about it.
Myriad: I much prefer lil nimble cars, one certainly
has to stay alert in them. And that's a good thing. Thank you.
Lisa:You are right about opening up yourself to your instincts.
Dicea: Your aunt knew what she was talking about. All we can
control is what we do.
m.a.h.: I'm hoping that you stay off that road in Malibu.
Somebody was watching over you that day.

Accidents happen and sometimes there is little we can do about them. You knew where you were and had a sense about where to go.

Right now I way just over 76K pounds. You car weighted about 2k. If you had not moved what do you think you sitting mass would have done with my moving mass?

This is a story you need to spread to all those who are just getting their drivers license and need to learn a lesson before they get it the hard way.
Thank you Catnlion. Your suggestion about spreading the
word is a good one.
hyperawareness- not always a bad thing...