The road sloped downward. He said a hasty prayer, know he wasn't going to make it. His speed increased, and Harve's Bend was coming up. In a couple of minutes the car would sail him out into Eternity. He murmured another prayerful plea.
The car rounded the Bend and headed straight for the guard rail. He threw up his arm over his face in a futile effort to protect himself.
Miraculously the car began to slow, then stopped a dozen feet from the guard rail. He opened his eyes in wonder and saw some kind of filmy web netting holding the car stationery even though the engine still roared with powerful life. There was a brief, bright flash of light, and the webbing vanished at the same instant that the car's engine died. He looked upward and said, "Thanks!"
He put the car in neutral gear, got out and began pushing it toward an open stretch of road shoulder on the other side of the guard rail. It rolled downhill and dropped over the edge of the precipice to smash and burn on the rocks below.
Then he turned and began the long journey down the mountain, wondering if anyone would believe his story of what happened. He didn't care whether they did or not.