I stood there on a winding mountain road, looking for the road in front of me. There were just traces of what used to be a road, now wiped away by a landslide. My heart was beating fast at the prospect of putting my car through this torture. But what had to be done, had to be done. I had a long way ahead, so I got into my car and started praying as my car started moving. I was tightly gripping the steering wheel, bracing myself for the jolt. About a minute went by before I realized I was on the road again. I finally let go of the breath which I wasn’t aware I was holding. I glanced at my rearview and smiled. What had seemed like an obstacle to me was nothing more than a day’s job for my car.
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