I saw a man die tonight

I saw a man die tonight~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Not exactly the way I wanted to begin this story, morbid, grey, but honest and true. Every week the same drive to work, four hours, Okanagan to Vancouver, on the old number five and ninety seven. An hour of Gods perfect road, three hours of Hell. Steep inclines, fast declines, snow, ice, rain, winding roads.It's like driving through the Artic for those of you who have never had the displeasure of driving it in the winter, pure hell.
Growing up in the prairies, I was very accustomed to winter driving, but very little up and down hill, the prairies are as flat as flat land can get!