Fast Cars

Author: Damon Brewer

In 1967, my brother Lyle and I were out partying one Saturday night. Actually, it was early Sunday morning probably about two o'clock. Lyle and I decided to stop at the Dixie Inn before going home (the Dixie Inn was a truck stop in Conway, Arkansas before it burned several years ago.) While we were at the Dixie Inn

In 1967, my brother Lyle and I were out partying one Saturday night. Actually, it was early Sunday morning probably about two o’clock. Lyle and I decided to stop at the Dixie Inn before going home (the Dixie Inn was a truck stop in Conway, Arkansas before it burned several years ago.) While we were at the Dixie Inn someone started bragging about how fast his car was. I cannot remember if it was Lyle or the other guy that began bragging first. Nevertheless Lyle’s car was fast, and they ended up going out on the Cadron flats to settle whose car was the faster of the two. I cannot remember who won the race, and it really does not matter. The race was over, and Lyle and I were on our way back to Conway we topped a hill and rounded a curve. The curve is sharper than Lyle remembered, and he did not slow down enough therefore, he could not make the curve.

I saw that Lyle was going to wreck, so I whirled around and grabed the back of the seat then I held on for dear life. The car Lyle was driving was a two-door, and when he hit the first tree it threw the back of the seat forward. When the back of the seat flew forward, it threw me into the dash. I hit the dash with my right thigh, which whirled me around backward. When the car hit another tree, I flew through the windshield back first.

As I flew through the air my entire life flashed before my eyes. Consequently, I recalled how I had always heard that just before a person dies his entire life would flash before his eyes. Because of this, I knew that when I hit the ground the car was going to land right on top of me and kill me. Maybe the car would have landed on me if I had not landed the way that I did. However when I hit the ground, I landed on my right shoulder and the back of my neck. Because of the way that I hit the ground, I rolled several times. When I finally stopped rolling and the car hit the ground, I was approximately ten or twelve feet in front of it. Had I not rolled the car very well might have been on top of me. The State Policeman measured and the car was sixty-one feet from the highway.

Lyle had to get five stitches in his forehead, while I only got a couple of scratches on my lower back. About three weeks later those scratches began to itch, and I could not stop scratching them. In a few minutes, I scratched a piece of glass out of one of the scratches.

After the wreck there is no doubt as to whose car was the faster one, because Lyle’s car was totaled, and it would not run at all. Lyle had some fast cars after that, but he told me one-time that he never had any desire to race anyone else. That night,it seems, had taught Lyle that if he wanted to keep his fast cars he better keep his foot off the gas.