F - of course as any one involved in an accident or such an experience will testify, what seemed to take long enough for my life to start flashing before me right up to the bit where I was thinking, that’s not long enough surely? U - I want to do some more or at least do some of it again especially the bit with the two Swedish girls and the waterbed, and gosh those mountains look awfully hard and C - this is probably going to hurt and remembering that bit out of Fahrenheit 451 where he wonders if you see the bomb as it comes through the ceiling and see the flash and hear the explosion and experience the pain in horrible slow motion K - well it happens...   Then just like in a bad “B” movie the engine spluttered back into life. A bit hesitantly at first but then with enough gusto to make me think that I might write about it one day. I looked at Johnny, of course he was still shooting. Had he noticed? Had he seen? Had his camera lens protected him from the reality of the situation? For a split second I thought I saw him turn and wink. Then he tapped Emil on the shoulder and we were flying sideways again. Thankfully life had returned to normal.