Hybrids

This morning on my commute to work I saw a steering wheel by the side of the road. I figure that has got to have sucked for some unlucky soul. There are plenty of things that can go wrong with a car at speed on the highway, but the steering wheel coming off has got to be one of the worst. --Or, if you're easily entertained, then it's one of the best.

I figure the only thing left to do if fate deals you that hand is to floor the gas pedal, sit back and enjoy the ride. With no steering wheel, who knows what far-off places you will be whisked to by chance? You may end up crashing into something that was hiding the body of Jimmy Hoffa, and you'd be a hero for finding it! Well, a hero with increased insurance rates, at least. Alternatively, you may end up driving clear of the city, running out of land to drive on, flying off the edge of some cliff and crashing into the ocean. If you were lucky (which you could argue you already were not), you'd end up discovering some long-lost civilization of pre-historic underwater intelligent monkey/human hybrids. They'd likely take care of you and make you their leader, and again you'd probably be better off than you were before.

I looked for carnage and traffic mayhem further down the road after I saw the steering wheel, but saw none. That leads me to believe that either the problem happened a while ago and traffic has since recovered, there was no problem and the lost steering wheel is the result of some criminal defeating a Club, or the person who lost the wheel at speed on the highway actually did floor it and is now dining in the royal palace of the monkey/human hybrids. There are no other possibilities.