So, I was coming back from Waffle House (I like the coffee...) when the biggest frikken RED Expedition takes my lane, on top of me, like all over me.
We were on a bridge, so I made my car blow all it's air out, and got it up on 2 wheels, and made it, with less than an inch on both sides.
He pulled off on the same exit as me, but in the other lane.
He stuck his head out, and aplogized like he had just killed me... he almost did.. but.. he was sincere, you know.. I told him it's hard to see a black glovebox, in the dark rain..
I felt bad for him, I wasn't really scared, it's not death that scares me, it's the pain.
Glad to be back, Bob!
M