I was at mile marker ninety-something, somewhere between Key Largo and Islamorada, on US One. Traffic was slowing up. On the next big bend it became obvious why.
Eight cars were bunched up behind a large fuel truck, which was going about five under the limit. I waited for my chance, and hit the accelerator. I passed all nine vehicles in one swoop, and happened a glance down at the speedometer: 127 MPH!
Sometimes you forget what 500+ horsepower will do. I hit the brakes and slowed down to speed. It was just twilight, and the view was spectacular. This drive is one of the most beautiful you can make, anywhere in the world.
About an hour later, it was getting dark, and there was a thunderstorm off to the left. Every few minutes, a stunning bolt of lightning would light up the sky. This cosmic light show kept me entertained till I was past Marathon Key. I had been traveling on a bridge for a while when I noticed it wasn’t ending.
At the next flash of lightning I looked to my right, and saw the old seven-mile bridge. This meant I was on the new seven-mile bridge. Which was kind of interesting, when you think about it…
I have always had a fear of heights, and can barely swim. So crossing that bridge always makes me nervous. But this time I had been in such a wonderful, meditative state between the scenery and the lightning, I hadn’t noticed the bridge until I had crossed at least five miles of it.
I didn’t remember to get scared. So what does that tell you about my fear?
Is fear real? Did not knowing I was on the bridge make it less dangerous? Would knowing I was about to cross it have made the trip across any different?
What about your fears? Do you have irrational fears that you would be better off without? If you had a situation like this, would it help you let go of some of those fears? Think about it.