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When Peg and Bill returned, we found out that these impressions were quite legitimate. They had paid a three-dollar cab fare to go to the motel from the airport. Peg was quite angry about this, since the same ride two years earlier had cost less than two dollars. Their cab took a very sharp turn to the right. Peg and Bill remembered this vividly, not only because of the sudden turn, but also because this happened right after the driver had run through a traffic light. The turn had been so sharp that it upset them considerably. But the cab driver was not “old, rather than young.” Interestingly enough, Peg said, he did look old from the rear, though, because his neck had a peculiar rough, mottled look. It was also thick and stubby.

I had just enough time to see the cab driver’s neck from the rear—it was thick and stubby. I didn’t see his face. While this was going on, I lost all contact with my body in the living room. My subjective sensations were those of someone suddenly thrown off-balance by the sickening swerve of the car’s turn. Yet while this was happening, my physical body sat upright in the rocker, speaking without pause as Seth:

“A cab ride. Our cat lover laughs [Seth’s nickname for Peg, who dislikes cats]. A three-dollar fare which seems too much. An old, rather than young, cab driver with a stubby neck. A destination that is mainly to the right after one turn.”

[...] One driver had already been severely injured (on Monday); and the race, put off on that account, and because of inclement weather (on Tuesday), finally began today.

[...] Beside this, a man — not a driver — was killed by an emergency vehicle speeding to the scene. [...]

[...] A subsequent note: The driver involved in this accident died a little over a month later.)

3. A mad-cap driver definitely.

[...] The driver lost his balance, the vehicle veered, but the driver regained his balance just in time and continued on. [...]

[...] The male driver buckled over in pain.

[...] No one we knew even owned a cycle, and neither my father-in-law or myself had the slightest idea who the driver was. [...]

[...] It’s attached to this session as page 302 and describes what seems to be in ordinary terms a senseless and horrendous story: A 20-year-old drunken driver crashed head-on into another auto, killing two people, the father and an aunt, and putting the other five passengers, all members of the same family, into the hospital. [...] Jane and I talked about the feelings of guilt and blame that are fated to surround the survivors for the rest of their lives, particularly the teenage children and the drunk driver. [...]

The “victim car”—or rather its inhabitants, and the driver of the “killer car” had alike reached out into probabilities, seeking circumstances that would in fact occur. [...]

[...] I’m in the driver’s seat ... [...]

(It might be noted that Jane does not drive, although ten years ago I gave her a few brief lessons, which means she has sat in the driver’s seat of an automobile to that extent. [...]

[...] But I was in the driver’s seat. [...]

[...] In the seance Jane was not Eve, but the driver of the car in the accident; she was a woman, with Eve a passenger beside her.

[...] Seth described an older woman, about 35, with whom Eve rides, as possibly being involved in the accident as driver, and named certain days the accident was more likely to take place on. [...]

[...] I had to wear them when driving, though, because my driver’s licence bore an “x” opposite “corrective lenses.” [...]

[...] However, when the postman delivered my new driver’s license—good for four years—that “x” was still there opposite “corrective lenses.” [...]

All of the automobile’s parts, however, are alone responsible for its operation as long as it has a responsible driver. [...]

[...] He was angry at the route the driver took, and not able to say so. The story told by the driver upset early sexual feelings, and all of this together caused his difficulties. [...]

[...] As it is, I don’t understand how I’m to get any work done, help Jane, handle business affairs, change even my driver’s license, and move all at the same time. [...]

[...] As an example, I drove the car with a little extra caution, though usually I am a careful driver to begin with.

(“...and a connection with a country store—a madcap driver. [...]

[...] That event with the car, its driver, and your own precarious position, exists as another structure beside the one that you physically see. [...]

[...] A car would be somehow involved, and a probable accident with another driver. [...]

[...] The cab driver did take a sharp right and go in that direction. This happened after the cab driver ran through a red light and frightened us.”)

An old, rather than a younger cab driver, with a stubby neck.

(“The cab driver was younger rather than older. [...]

[...] An old, rather than a younger cab driver (pause) with a stubby neck.

The driver of our wheel in this case never appears in the seat that faces physical reality. [...]

[...] Sportsmen, race-car drivers, mountain climbers—all seek suffering to one extent or another, and find the very intensity of certain kinds (underlined) of pain pleasurable. [...]

[...] From farmers and taxi drivers, teachers, people in any profession. [...]