This story reminded me of driving south on 684 one day after a light rain. Apparently a truck lost the crossover line between the two saddle tanks, spilling a stream of diesel fuel on the northbound highway. I watched as a number of vehicles slid off the road, including a set of pup (double) trailers that flopped over on it's side after going sideways for a few hundred feet. I just happened to be in the right place to see it happen, and also saw a broken down truck with his crossover line hanging down on the ground up the road from the melee.
I guess you could say it was a very bad day for somebody's insurance carrier.
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Even more blabber from the Bucky Soapbox. We never know what's going on when somebody tweaks out in front of us. Maybe he's got a kid with end stage Cancer, or who knows what. Or maybe he's just a douc-- nozzle. Be thankful if nothing more happens, and keep on rollin'. It isn't worth the work of rage & hard feeling over it. That's not to say I'm holier than though like I've never gotten pi--ed off at the wheel. Sure I have. Just some food for thought. Did the guy f' up? Sure. Does he deserve the (potential) death penalty over it? I don't think so.
If you were to slip back over there and snug that plug back up, I don't think anyone would be the worse for wear over it, or think any less of you. I think we've almost all been there for wanting to do something similar at some point.
Does this point of view make me a "bleeding heart" or "Pollyanna" as has been said before?
Probably. I don't care. That's the way I sees it -- a slightly bigger picture than what my own blinders show.
