Riding the Back Roads

 

Photo taken just before we left Abreus yesterday.

Thankful this morning for my formula one racing/Nascar driver husband. He can drive anything well, and he can fix any motor. Truly, driving well is something that Byron takes seriously, and last night proved his quick thinking abilities and swift reflexes. 

Coming home from an interior community last night with three young people in the back seat, we came close to hitting a stopped car along a dark stretch on a narrow paved section of the road. Both sides have tall bushes right up to the edge of the path. 

I still have the image of the face of the man who had been stooped trying to change a tire when he saw our car within inches of his body. Byron had been blinded by the headlights of a passing car, and only saw the stopped vehicle at the last minute. The poor man didn't know where to go to avoid doom and almost jumped in front of us.

Byron swiftly and smoothly maneuvered clear of the man, clear of the bushes, clear of the other car and clear of certain sadness. Undoubtedly God was a major factor with His own hands giving the extra direcion needed. 

Riding the backroads after dark is crazy. Robbery, stray donkeys and cows, flat tires from sharp roads on dirt roads, no gas stations. Say an extra prayer for us on the rest of the Wednesdays and Fridays of this month!