I was on cruise control near Hillsborough when a king-cab Dodge pickup charged into my rear-view, its hood ornamented with a gleaming ram’s head.
I braced for a head-butt that would turn my car into a Honda Accordion.
I was driving 55 mph on Interstate 40. It was legal. It was a good way to cut the cost of gas. But it didn’t feel safe.
The Dodge Ram guy scowled and hit the brakes. He looked close enough to be riding in my back seat, but I couldn’t quite hear what was on his mind. ...