It was a 480-mile drive back home from July 4th at the lake. We’re down to the last 60 miles. Cruising at the posted limit in the right lane through a known hotspot. I’m the only car for miles in either direction, until some hotshot in a silver beater comes screaming up behind me. He keeps closing in and he’s not slowing down or moving over to pass. Not much for a game of chicken myself, I side step into the break-down lane as the hunk-of-junk barrels past. He’s either drunk or intentionally just tried to run us off the road. I get ready to phone the law to report a drunk driver when my V1 pipes up. Ka ahead. The familiar ramp-up tells me everything I need to know. I stop dialing, sit back, relax, and let karma do her thing. Sure enough, the trooper wasn’t too happy with our new friend doing 85+ in a 55, so I watched them pull over for a little roadside “chat.” Thanks to V1 for keeping me on the right side of the law for another day.
Josh Odrich
Middleton, WI
