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.
“Street pizza”
National Lampoon did a 50’s teen ballad like “Leader of the pack” where the motorcyclist tries to cut between two oncoming cars but “he never knew it was a truck...between the diesel headlights something looked like pizza pie”.
I’ll stick to my A/C cooled minivan “cage”.