Steering Wheel holders and their magical lights.

A 65 mph truck is passing a 64 1/2 mph truck. Right as the faster truck is catching the 64 1/2 mph truck? Steering wheeler flies up on the right like he thinks he’s going to squeeze through. Proceeds to fall in behind 3 feet from the 65 mph DOT bumper. Starts NASCAR weaving and flashing lights. Those lights ain’t making that truck any faster. And the more you do it the more stupid you advertise yourself to be. Running late? Gotta run bawlz out to make decent money? That’s 80,000+ pounds worth of a you problem.
Well that and the fact that your flashy flashy doesn’t work. In fact it could seriously have the exact opposite effect.

I swear back in my younger days? Ya know what? I’m about to have some fun for the next 50 miles. Then BRAKE CHECK and mash that gas

 

I said in my younger days. Twenty years ago? Yep. Douche behavior provokes a douche response. Well over 2 million accident free, ticket or citation free, warning free miles.

 

Personally because I’m getting older. I rarely get in much of a hurry these days. Especially on this laidback dedicated run. It’s a case of you get back what you put out. And rarely but occasionally there are some dogs out here that will and have backed up their bark.

 

Yep if you can let them over? Move over. As long as you’re not one of those jump on the brakes kinda drivers. That’s where the meaning of merge/blend comes in.