At 2 years old, I remember Uncle Fred swimming to the bottom of the pool to save me. At 13 I had pneumonia. At 14 I had Valley Fever, a fungal lung disease that lives in the soil here in Kern County When I was 15, I crashed the motorcycle going 35 in the oil fields near my farm north of Bakersfield. Broken collar bone and concussion sprinkled with road rash. No helmet, In my 20s I was sideswiped by a truck on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Imagine going backwards at 60mph watching other driver in shock. In my 30s I started highball bouldering. I got stuck in some dicey situations in the figure it out or get paralyzed or die height off the ground. The forties were without consequence. At 57 I crashed the Mt. bike and woke up in ICU with a skull fracture, collapsed lung, multiple broken ribs and vertebrae, and the same damn collar bone as before. Didn’t work for seven months. Spent three in cognitive rehab. The next Seven years were pretty good. Driving from San Francisco home to Bakersfield last Saturday, I had my Tweed Deluxe, PRS, Weissenborn, and classical guitar behind the seat in my Tacoma. I was in the fast lane going 80 like everyone else when I saw a green Accord drift from the slow lane to the left. It hit the rails and veered back to the right in a cloud of dust right in front of me. As I slammed n the brakes I yelled out,” Don’t you ****ing Hit me!” The Accord went of the shoulder, hit an incline, and flew into a gully. I pulled over and ran to the scene. Both airbags n the Accord had deployed. The car was empty. Two guys were talking on the shoulder. I found out who the driver was: an electrician who had been on a project with long days and not enough sleep. He fell asleep at the wheel and was standing. He asked me for a ride to the next exit where there was services and I gladly obliged. I was just 100 miles into my 300 mile trip when this happened. I’m very glad he didn’t hit me. It would have been a deadly pile up with close traffic at that speed.