scary

dark, coming back from a jaunt to find the location of the end-of-month wedding...

south superhighway, heading north, just got down from the alabang viaduct.

seeing as i try to maintain a steady 60kph in the interests of fuel economy, i have taken the middle lane.

just then, up ahead. something. blinking, dim, orange. there's a car, stopped in the center lane.

i am being passed at that very moment on either side by people impatient at my lack of velocity, and there's a car behind me closing fast.

out of gear, brake and hit the hazard button on the dash. following car sees the blinking hazards and jinks to the left - car comes to a stop and there's a man there, just now setting up those triangular warning reflectors behind his 80's s-class benz. boy, his blinkers are sure dim.

with the road behind clear, i go to the left and head off, noting that there's an 80's bmw 3-series in front of the benz, and a wrecker truck in front of the bmw.

geez, the wreckers could have at least been the ones to put out the reflectors, or have better warning markings or flashing lights or something on their vehicle.

much later, closer to home; only then do i notice just how much i was stressed by that incident.