little snatches of things are whirling around in my head : lindsay patting the hood of the tank proudly , saying , `` i could go head-to-head with an eighteen-wheeler and never feel it '' the owner of dunkin ' donuts calling out , `` that 's not a car , it 's a truck '' the randomness of things , the way everything can change in a second ; the right place at the right time , or at the wrong time ; time ; that enormous truck coming at us , its big metal grill shining like teeth , the impression of lights and hugeness .