tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590571303976450922.post3730587953388521731..comments2023-06-17T04:06:56.341-05:00Comments on Life 8 Feet Up: A Quiet Sunday MorningDale the Truck Driverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045379035546159103noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590571303976450922.post-8337203490408755532009-05-27T18:23:15.283-05:002009-05-27T18:23:15.283-05:00People either have a death wish, they are too stup...People either have a death wish, they are too stupid to know not to pass when a curve is ahead, or they're busy talking on the phone of texting. I wish I could stop people and ask which it is.Janetnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590571303976450922.post-34974022301165832712009-05-26T16:12:24.418-05:002009-05-26T16:12:24.418-05:00When I get passed by a nutcase like that, I usuall...When I get passed by a nutcase like that, I usually slow way down to protect him from his own stupidity.<br />But I think that's easier in my 1,900-lb compact car than it would be from eight feet up...Barrynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590571303976450922.post-82455007232547417242009-05-26T07:43:31.780-05:002009-05-26T07:43:31.780-05:00When I lived in rural Ohio, I was passed on curves...When I lived in rural Ohio, I was passed on curves like that several times every day. I had seen 5 cars hit the ditch to avoid oncoming traffic while passing me on a blind corner--5 cars in just the one year I lived there!Kiltnoreply@blogger.com