Near miss

During our walk, a truck with a flat bed and a good-sized forklift on the stern pulled up to deliver some stone pavers to a house down the block. My mom enjoys watching such events, so we waited to see what would happen. The driver greeted us cheerfully, and told us it was "pretty cool" to see the forklift detached, and proceeded to hop aboard. He whisked the forklift around to the side of the truck, caught part of the lift on the truck wheel, and started to flip over. He would have landed on a fairly new Honda coupe parked right in front of us, and perhaps continued to roll onto us, but somehow managed to right the lift. Breath-taking, but not cool; I hustled us away up the street towards the safety of home. I shall be relating this experience for some days, since my mom has already forgotten it, memorable as it seemed to me.