DON OAKES - DRIVING
		The jeep had reached a coasting speed of around 70 miles per hour when all at once we were bearing down on a vicious curve abruptly appearing from nowhere. That was cause enough for dread but, coming around that curve, creeping up the side of the mountain, was a wide-bodied, dusty gray truck. The road was much too narrow for both of us to pass. The mountain was to my left, the steep gorge to my right. There was nowhere to go. If I rammed into the truck, or even grazed it, it was all over. And if I hit the brakes the jeep would immediately skid over the edge of the cliff. "Uh-oh!" Harris moaned. Then, horror-struck, "Look what you got us into!" "Shut up, Harris. I got it!" "HOW?" "I don’t know." I didn’t. We had had it! "SHIIIITTT!" ___________________