We got the freeway in our sights and steadied and slowed and kept slowing.
She was about to cross the freeway to the ride when her phone rang.
I folded there, and the next thing I knew, I was on my side in the rubble under the freeway, holding myself and crying.
Well, going 60 and 70 miles an hour right up a Freeway and took curves kind of fast.
The top of the skeletal cracking ...