I delivered the rescue truck at the Greenville Spartanburg airport this afternoon. It went without a hitch. The ride down here is another story.
Yesterday as I was running I 465 around Indianapolis a dump truck came racing out from an on ramp at full speed. The idiot at the wheel never bothered to look. If he had he would have seen my rig, complete with over sized load signs, amber beacons flashing, all the lights on, and red flags all over it.
I had traffic on my left so I couldn't simply change lanes to miss this idiot, or more precisely, cause this idiot to miss me. I swerved the tractor hard to the left enough to change the angle without actually entering the other lane and running over some poor shmuck just minding his own business, and laid on the air horn long and loud. We missed by no more than two or three inches.
The asshole never slowed down, never acknowledged my cb radio tirade, and just kept going. I managed to work my way up next to his trashy looking dump truck. He was a fat, stupid looking jerk and refused to even glance my way. Ok, fine. When running over sized loads one can only run during daylight hours so every minute of sunlight has to count. This means even bathroom stops need to be limited as much as possible. I carry a 32oz Gatorade bottle for such needs when pulling oversized loads and mine just happened to be about half full.
I loosen the top a bit, hit the button to roll down the passenger window, and let it fly. I got a direct hit on the driver's side windshield with the desired result. I let him know exactly how I felt about his driving abilities.
It probably wasn't the classiest thing I've ever done, but it did make me feel better.