Flash!

maandag 15 april 2002

It is 21.36pm on a sundaynight. The night has fallen and darkness surrounds us in the glow of lights of the gas station nearby. I am driving on a almost empty highway. Just three cars in front of me. The cars in front of me move to the left lane to get past a slower car. I follow them.

A nice red car triggers my attention and for a moment I admire the car. My eyes move back to the road ahead. The first car drives along the gas station. FLASH! What the... FLASH! The second car passed the gas station. H. screams: "A police patrol!" FLASH! Red shades of light fade away in front of my eyes when I check the driving mirror. My eyes glances over the dashboard in front of me. The speed, 140 kilometers an hour but dropping as I slow down in a natural reaction.

Thoughts pop up in my head. What is the speed limit here? 120 km/hour? 3 percent correction on the actual speed, because I am on a highway? What will this cost? Than I hear Helen repeats her question. "How fast were you going?", she asked. I mumble: "Between the 135 and 140". That will cost a lot, she replies. We both wander back to our own thoughts and the radio plays along as if nothing has happened.

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