I was About to Forget

He filled the petrol tank. He skimmed through the car papers. He put oil. He checked the tyres. He got on his car, then he fastened the seat-belt. 

Sure, he is now travelling and the speedometer does not exceed ninety kph. All of a sudden, a sharp ring penetrated his eardrum. He very quickly tried to pick up the "instrument" from his trouser pocket; but as soon as he pressed the button <yes>, it dropped down and disappeared. He searched for it; and having found no trace of it, he bent down seeking out for
it. Exactly at that moment, the speedometer jumped exceeding one-hundred and twenty kph. The hand still searching and the car flying.

Finally, his fingertips touched some part of it, yet he could not get hold of it. He unfastened the belt that tied his half-body and stretched out his hand downwards; then....

then what dear readers who expect me to tell you everything? 

The steering-whell got out of control, and the wheels veered off the road. And what then? Well, there obviously was a crushed car... a dead person... blood... etc. 

Oh! I was about to forget: the "instrument" was loudly shouting: hello...hello...hello!!!