My husband's parents, due to a long trip, almost a month, had no one to leave the cat with. They live in the city of Zh., 300 km away from us, so it was decided to bring their kitty to us, good thing we already have one, together they will be more fun. My husband decided that he would take the kitty alone, because he wanted to drag me along for nothing, he would sleep over and be back the next day, and my parents are complaining that we have completely forgotten and abandoned them.
My husband is not so much a speed freak, but he likes to exceed the speed limit. When he rides with me, he somehow holds back, but when he rides alone, I'm afraid to imagine the speeds at which he flies. All of my suggestions were listened to carefully, but not put into practice until this incident.
He returns the next day from his parents, but his face is not there. I begin to ask, did something happen to my parents? Did something happen on the road? He speaks nothing, he says everything is fine, but I see that something is gnawing at him.
The kitty had served its time, and we were going to take him back to his home town. We strapped the carrier on the backseat and hit the road. When it was up to Zh. 40 km left, we went on a flat, perfectly visible, two-lane highway, but my husband goes 90 km / h, which is not like him. Just about to express surprise out loud, he says to me:
- Remember you asked me what happened to me on the road when I was going from J. to B.? I was driving down this very highway, singing along to Metallica and I had at least 170 on the speedometer. And then I see a tall man in a long black raincoat standing right on the edge of the road. Right on the edge, on the line between the asphalt and the roadside. I do not have time to slow down, he somehow very suddenly found himself in such a dangerous proximity, I saw him about five meters before I had to hit him. At that speed I did not have time to see his face or details of his clothes, I only saw a male figure and a pale face. I hit the brakes and jumped out of the car, but there was no tall man. I look around and see a small monument, barely noticeable from the road, a black slab about half a meter high - a memory of someone else's failed, unfinished trip. And there was no one around, complete silence. After that I drove to my parents' house at a very moderate speed limit, and even now, as you can see, everything is within normal limits. I can't drive fast anymore, I'm scared. Again the man in the raincoat came back to my mind, as if warning me about something.
When we passed this very monument my husband was talking about, I asked him to stop. The monument stood quite far from the road, about 10-12 meters away, so it certainly couldn't make it feel like a tall figure even at high speed.
Whatever the case, my husband still does not exceed the speed limit and drives many times more carefully than before.
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