A couple of years ago I was driving in west Texas. Flat and straight. I was doing 85 and big trucks were blowing me around. I got off the highway and did county roads until I started getting into canyon country.
I did not want to repeat that.
I hear you. I used to ride all over the country when I was younger drafting trucks and the like. Nothing bothered me. The buffeting and bow waves of trucks, no problem. Now, I can’t stand the four lanes. I have visions of becoming street pizza when I’m on the interstate.