“Whoa, hold on. A car hauler is actively trying to run me off the road.”
Yesterday, I was talking to my older brother via Bluetooth while driving home from Louisville when, for the third time in approximately ninety miles of highway driving, a trucker was moving over on me in a way that clearly indicated that he hadn’t seen me. Not in the passive aggressive way that truckers normally do, when they put on a blinker and start moving slowly in expectation that you’ll just get out of their way—no, this was a straight-up swing out into what he perceived to be an empty lane. I quickly checked my mirrors and accelerated into the adjacent lane.
“You in the FiST?” my brother asked.
“But of course!” I replied.
Such is the danger of driving a B segment car on the highways of the Commonwealth of Kentucky.