On my way into work, I was stuck behind a landscaper's truck and trailer. You can easily make any sort of stereotypical image you want, because, unfortunately ... it holds true. (4 guys in the cab, 2 riding in the bed, etc) Well, in these parts, they're notorious for driving SLOW ...

1. I'm pretty sure the driver doesn't have a licence
2. no licence = no insurance

If they get pulled over, they're deported.


So, anyways ... the truck is SLOW. I had to follow this POS for about 5 miles down a slingle lane road. He's coming to a preemptive stop when the light is green. He's going 25 in a 40. He's driving me nuts. There's a brief moment when the road becomes 2 lanes and compresses back into 1. I gun it down the 2nd lane to pass ... and do it with ease.

No cut offs, no danger, I really went from 25mph to about 45 ... considering we're in a 40, that's not a big deal. I blow past the truck.

I guess I pissed off the driver. His retaliation? Turning on his high beams to annoy me. Well ...

1. I have sunglasses on
2. It's freaking daylight ese. That shit only works when it's dark out.

:doh: