Impact at Acapulco

TWO DAYS alone in Acapulco had been fairly successful. I had sold a couple of small paintings, had had some sun and swimming, and was eager to get home to my Mexican wife and our nine-year-old daughter. It was just dark, and I hoped to be home in an hour. I rounded a curve, going about fifty-five. Suddenly, a huge bull stepped into the road less than 100 yards away. Gripping the wheel and braking hard, I braced myself for the impact and dove into darkness. . . .