Don't Corner on Carrion
It seemed like a normal drive, sailing up the hill above West View on my way to the Park & Ride lot at 6am. The eastern sky was brightening but the sun wasn't up yet. The weather was dry; in fact it hadn't rained in days. I'm rounding the curve by the Water Authority building, going approximately 25, the posted speed. It's uphill at that point, so I could not have been exceeding 25 by much, as if I'm going to exceed 30 in the first place. A few feet ahead was the remnant of some small critter, possibly a squirrel or rabbit. Unrecognizable, probably driven over 500 times by this point. Hardly a bump. I'm not even sure I recognized it as roadkill in the dimness of the dawn. Whatever, I managed to cross it with both wheels. No big deal, right? But I was in a curve. On two wheels. OK, I didn't slide much. The whole spot in the road was maybe a one-foot square. Each wheel covered it in a tenth of a second. But in those tenths of a second, leaning as I was, ...