What'd I miss?
A mildly not
entertaining spammer, alas no catgirls.
2 driving stories.
I may as well have been thinking of bhu's catgirls.
2 trucks are doing a rolling roadblock.
Truck B has his cruise control set +0.1 mph on Truck A
but Truck A is newer and has aero-skirts, so he holds his speed
up hills better. This goes on for 10 miles.
Honestly I don't care, but traffic piles up behind me.
Some of that traffic is stupid, intentionally and dangerously.
I pull my left side of the lane sight blocking maneuver, with
slight speed variations, to get idiot off of texting on my bumper.
Truck B finally clears Truck A, but doesn't signal or pull in.
I clear Truck A a little tight for normal highway speeds.
I signal, punch it to get the cvt hybrid hampster wheel up
and finish the lane change, turning off the signal ...
While Truck B proceeds to signal and come over right on top of me.
< mirrors? I didn't know this truck had mirrors? >
I go in to Race mode. I stab the brake hard with a slight hold
to scrub enough speed off to lose about 10' relative.
Truck A pulls his Jake Brake. Idiot on my bumper nails his anti-locks.
I'm alive. I check mirrors.
I signal back into the other lane, notice Truck A is off the jake,
and idiot is no longer texting. Gather.
I move right within the lane, to right on the dashed white line.
With the new windshield wipers it's the hole just to the left of center.
Truck A notices the precision and decides to watch.
I buzz Truck B it's entire length with my right hand mirror within his operating space.
Eyes pinned to his left front wheel in case of attempted retaliation.
When I v e r y s l o w l y clear Truck B, I signal into the lane and get off the highway.
The trucks continued to behave like they should have been, and the traffic jam cleared.
Widow has a convertible that she fowls the plugs in, from lack of high temp driving.
Her mechanic told her someone needs to heat the car up. She picks me.
I drive out to the boonies with the top down, and return.
In the corner of my eye where my glasses don't cover, I see movement.
I nail the anti-locks, smoking and multi chirps of the tires.
An enormous male black bear is loping at full speed, angled to the road.
It has a pick of 3 spaces in a hedge on the other side.
First pick he nails the front of the car, the car getting the worst of it.
Second pick he nails the windshield.
Third pick he goes right through the middle of the open convertible with me right there.
Luckily I had supernailed the brakes, and Luckily he sails by right in front of me.
I may have snagged some fur.
I didn't come to a complete stop to keep some speed just in case.
I start laughing.
I almost died by a bear.
That would have been awesome (except for the dead part).
I'm glad the bear is OK.
The widow is none the wiser.