Snow Truck
I remember taking a road trip through the frozen wastes of Ohio, somewhere past Columbus on my way to Cleveland a few years back.
I grew up around those parts, so I’m pretty used to snow, but that day it was a freaking blizzard, and you could hardly make out where you were going.
The roads were empty, and since my car wasn’t really fantastic, I was chugging along at a slow pace in the right lane because I wasn’t in that big of a hurry, and didn’t want to crash.
Suddenly, a fully-loaded mac truck blasts past me in the left lane, kicking up a bunch of snow against my car and whiting out my windshield.
Was really scary, because I was literally flying blind for a few seconds while my wipers got rid of the snow.
When I recovered, he seemed to have slowed down, and was keeping pace next to me. Then he slowed down, revved his engine, and proceed to do it again.
Apparently he got his kicks off of harassing smaller cars, and there really wasn’t anything I could do, because there wasn’t any exits to get off, and I didn’t want to speed up in such bad conditions.
So after about 3-4 more times blasting me, he apparent has had his fill and speeds off, probably laughing his butt off.
I spend the next half an hour grumbling about this jerk on the phone to my friends, and in the midst of chatting, lo and behold on my left I spot something.
The interstate took a sharp turn, and off the road on the left, there was a mac truck flipped on its top half-buried in snow.