Thanks to the Final Destination movies, I get fidgety when I end up behind a tractor-trailer loaded with logs, or a tractor-trailer carrying a bunch of cars. Can’t get around them fast enough.
The last entry in Anne Frank’s diary; “Dear diary, it’s my birthday and Dad got me that drum kit I’d been asking for.”
“””Thanks to the Final Destination movies, I get fidgety when I end up behind a tractor-trailer loaded with logs, or a tractor-trailer carrying a bunch of cars. Can’t get around them fast enough.”””
I do not worry about the big trucks.
What concerns me are the dudes hauling 14 foot wide manufactured houses on a dolly with small tires and the driver has his pedal to the metal.