Moving east on the interstate, I'm moving quite fast -- nobody in sight for a minute and then I catch up to traffic. 2 cars in the right lane and a truck (like the one that would deliver your appliances) in the left.
I really don't mind slowing down for a second, but this guy is taking 2 minutes to pass the other 2 cars. I partially move over into the breakdown lane on the left just to let him know I'm there -- my lights illuminating the side of his truck. Hi !
A mile later, gap opens up in front of that car and behind the truck. I mash the skinny pedal as hard as possible, revs hit astronomical heights and the 5er starts to soar past the back of the truck. And just as I came to the middle of that truck, he puts his turn signal on and moves right in front of me ... almost on me. I mash the brakes, the noise of the sqeal overcomes the engine noise of both of us and the speed drops faster than it was put on (any surprise there ?)
Flick of the steering wheel and I'm now in the left lane again, blasting this guy with my high beams... they may not be physically high, but 2 of them and 2 low-beams are sure to shed some light even on the highest of vehicles. I stay there for a moment ... several, and then proceed to accelerate and cut in front of the trucker. As I'm still accelerating, he flashes his lights a few times. Okie dokie guy.
As his lights flicker, so do my brake lights -- I'm slowing down to wait for this fucker. I move into the left lane ... yet again and slowly brake. He seems to be braking too. At this point I've slowed down to like 50 ... and he is at my quarter-panel but is not passing me. WTF ?
Was this guy scared I was going to take his life or was he just scared of the light ? I guess we'll never know.
I finally got sick of driving like that so I hit it, took my exit and grabbed a left that was still green to go home.