Going home from work the other night – I work a 12-hour shift – it was getting dark when V1 started chirping. Five miles of road ahead, long and straight. I’m going all of the posted limit, probably a little more, and there’s a pickup huge in my mirror.
When V1 talks, I listen, and I got off the gas. The barely-behind pickup had other ideas and he gunned it on by me. I flashed my lights a couple times but the driver wasn’t taking any messages from me.
The Tennessee trooper was well hidden behind a fence row. The pickup had to have been running 75 when the flashing blues ruined the rest of his evening.
Thank you, Mike, I’m still liking your product.