With her candy bar in one hand she took a swat at her giggling cousin, who dodged out of the way and started to duck down beside the bed. Just then several things happened rather quickly. Up front, John Roberts was making his way slowly around a wide, sweeping, blind corner; one of the many dangerous spots on the coastal road, when just then a bright yellow BMW sports car came blasting around the corner going at least 80 miles per hour. The speed of the car had caused it to swing wide on the curve, and the driver had over-corrected. Now it was barreling straight at them on their side of the road. A CHP car was in hot pursuit.
“Look out, John!” shouted Carol, as John jerked the wheel to the left. The huge RV responded slowly but made just enough room for the yellow car to zoom by on the right. John had glanced back to make sure and when he looked forward again, he shouted out in dismay. The Big RV was headed straight toward the rocks and the edge of the cliff…
Excerpt from “The Lost Coast”