I actually had a rewarding moment returning from a miserible trip to Portland, after the recent rotten weather. I was in the center second lane passing another truck on packed snow and ice at about 35 miles an hour when a fairly new Jeep Grand Cherokee, complete with snowboards and skis on the top rack, whipped around me at about twice my speed. he driver got beside me and layed on his horn while flipping me off. I guess he was pissed that I wasn't staying in the slow lane. About five miles further down the road I had happy experience of seeing this same jerk standing looking at his jeep that was now sitting on top of the oleander bu;shes in the median. Just to show that I am a wonderful person, ant that all truck drivers are courtious, I honked my air horns at him, and waved. Geez that felt great after three days of hanging chains.