I was an hour late to the lunch. I have never been a star of punctuality but that is pretty late even for me. Especially when I can walk to it.
I finally asked how.
I knew the answer would be bad. It always is when people do not say, up front, how.
I have been paralyzed ever since. Thinking.
It takes four seconds to hit when you go off the Golden Gate. Four seconds is long enough to think it was a mistake. Long enough to want to take it back. Long enough to feel and see and hear it coming.
People hit going seventy-five miles per hour.
Four seconds to hit — going faster than it is legal to drive.