I'll just let you all think on that for a bit.
The drive here was fun. a car was puling a trailer with a big couch on it down the interstate. We had just passed him and was about 50 feet at the most in front of it. I looked in the mirror to see the couch fall off the trailer at high way speeds. You don't see a couch sliding down the interstate at 65mph every day.
Also, a nice escalade was in traffic with us. He was ticking me off, ridding my bumper, then passing and slowing down so I had to pass him again. He was all over the lane, crossing the lines, you name it. I put up with this for better then 20 mins. Then he blew past me again, I said to my wife. Guess he didn't want to be behind us. Behind him was a small car, my wife says, his blinker is on. Yep, I see that, so I slow down. He darts in front of me real close. I think, WTF. Do I have that sign on the car again that says mess with me? I look over and another car is passing me. Opps, shariff. He shot up behind the cadalaic. I said to my wife, he'* after the caddy. The lights go on. Made my day. Busted.