so she had thought it often enough, this writing getting harder and the ease with which to usher the words into a pit stop, Grace and chat elegant in their lapping. ‘So made it home babes and they’ll sort it out in a few days, love that school run but it’s dangerous terrain with an unreliable set of wheels’ ... He watched her thoughts triggered, synaptic waves crashing flash flood ... some manufacturers have a reputation for innovation, they put prototypes out there, cheaper than their competitors without exhaustive trials and the consumer burdens the risk. That, back then, had been a sweet ride but it’s design flaws made it incompatible with a life on the road. ‘... ground to a halt once on passing through a tunnel, a busy motorway, speeds like autobahn, middle lane of four and a chatty one in the back oblivious until not then. You know a Porsche shunted us, saw him cruising ever nearer in the rear view mirror, he simply reversed, met anna’s gaze in the passing and sped off. Liquid calm the moment of life-death decision making - whether to get out of the vehicle and flag down the traffic or remain that sitting duck heartbeats away from a pileup. ‘Do you get out and run for the hills, sort of flee this reality or brace yourself, freeze or fight babe? ...’ anna had jumped out and stopped the motorway flow lane by lane, willing them to see her ... only then grabbing the fetal clenched toddler by one arm from his car seat as those purposeful menfolk tried to push her car across to the hard shoulder and continue on thankful for their lives. ‘It had to be dragged over by mechanical winch eventually, gearbox seized. The whole incident over in a matter of minutes ... often wonder if Porch man remembers the deal he made that day.