The sales call went longer than planned. To make our flights, lunch would be fast food drive-thru. I could eat a chicken cutlet sandwich while driving. First bite, no problem. Second bite felt wrong: cold and squishy. A glance down confirmed the worst: raw. No. I fumbled for the bag and let the nastiness fall into it, then looked up to see we'd drifted into the oncoming lane. I wrenched the wheel, tires squealed, and from my colleagues: "What the hell? Let's get there in one piece." "Sorry," I said. "I've just been poisoned." Fast food is terrible for you.
Ian Owens is a self-employed engineer who writes for the fun of it, mostly about self-propelled travel and Vikings. His first book, called "Riding the Big One," has both.