Happened again. Saturday afternoon I'm hauling a load of equipment back from one of my rentals, going on the slower side of traffic on a not-busy highway coming home. Converted a hallway from wood flooring to ceramic after a drain backed up in the A/C unit, and repaired the adjacent wood flooring damage in a connected room. Got the cover folded back and the band saw, tile saw, shop vac, and buckets full of tools either stacked in or tied down.
So in the mirror I see another gen 4 HD RAM, clearly lifted and up-tired, a ways back. Then I see his nose lift a bit and he pulls out into the middle lane and tears forward. He draws even with me, does whatever he has to do to belch a huge cloud of black smoke, and then pulls away like mad. It was a silver long bed crew cab 3500, maybe a 4-5" lift, nothing else particularly noteworthy except the enormous exhaust tip.
Is this a statement? A challenge? Disdain? Respect? Acknowledgement? Contempt? Was he just trying to tell me I needed to wash my truck?
So in the mirror I see another gen 4 HD RAM, clearly lifted and up-tired, a ways back. Then I see his nose lift a bit and he pulls out into the middle lane and tears forward. He draws even with me, does whatever he has to do to belch a huge cloud of black smoke, and then pulls away like mad. It was a silver long bed crew cab 3500, maybe a 4-5" lift, nothing else particularly noteworthy except the enormous exhaust tip.
Is this a statement? A challenge? Disdain? Respect? Acknowledgement? Contempt? Was he just trying to tell me I needed to wash my truck?