Getting wrecked in Mexico
All four of us were dead silent during this entire process. The steering wheel was now rotating as fast as humanly possible to the right, and as the tires grasped pavement my hope stuck, too.
*We can get out of this. Everything can still be okay.*
Then the back tires slid and as we became perpendicular to the highway I knew everything was not going to be okay.
When the tires caught and the left side of the Explorer flipped viciously toward the asphalt, I had time for one thought: “I’m going to die in Mexico.”