Sometimes you see it coming and sometimes you don’t. Whether you see it coming or not, when it arrives, it’s as if a switch is flicked and the world starts turning in slow motion. With an involuntary wince you think “Shite! This is gonna be ugly.” You heave on the wheel or try to push the brake pedal through the floor. Sometimes you sink in a bit more shoe in the vain hope that you might be able to avoid it. Nup. In front of you, or to the side of you or, if you really got it wrong, from behind you, looms the embankment, or the tree, or the Armco, or the ditch. Or the other car. Brace yourself. Here it comes. The prang, the bingle, the shunt, the accident.