for the last twenty-five years jigs felt a bit like a driver during an auto accident , sitting tightly strapped in and helplessly watching as his vehicle crashed through a guard rail , shot out over a gigantic cliff , and nose-dived towards the dark , jagged rocks below , with the whole thing happening in adrenaline induced super-slow motion , as painfully inadequate efforts were made in equally super-slow motion to prevent what appeared to be inevitable disaster .