CharlesD
Expert Expediter
I know a lot of people pick on Swift and last night I had an encounter which reinforced whatever negative opinion I might have already had. I was sitting up in Toledo and there wasn't much going on so I decided to deadhead home. I was coming down 75 and I was still a bit north of Dayton where the highway goes to three lanes there around Troy. I'm one of those middle lane cruise control people and I was just cruising along in the middle lane with my cruise on about 67 mph. I was overtaking a Swift truck who was in the right lane and there was a car on the left lane who was overtaking me but wasn't in a big hurry to get around me. About the time I get up next to the trailer of the Swift truck, he just decides that he wants to come over into the middle lane and I don't think he bothered to check if there was anything there first. The turn signal came on right as he was starting to come over.
Now here's where the fun started. Normally I would just shoot over to the left lane to avoid the truck, but there was a car there. I laid on the horn hoping the Swift driver would go back to his lane, but he just kept coming. I hit the horn again and started to drift into the left lane, hoping the car would see what was happening and back off. He didn't. He honked his horn and sped up to keep pace with me, holding his ground instead of letting me over. So then I did the only thing I could do. I hit the brakes pretty darn hard and shot over into the left lane as soon as I had space, coming in behind the car a foot or less off his rear bumper and missing getting hit by the back of the Swift trailer by maybe a foot or two. The driver of the car didn't have a clue what had happened and went into full road rage mode directed at me. He kept slamming on his brakes just to tick me off and showing me his I.Q. out the window. Finally he sped off when he realized I wasn't going to engage in his games.
It all happened so fast and even now I'm amazed there was no contact with either vehicle, or any of the other vehicles on the road. There was quite a bit of traffic out at the moment but the other drivers must have seen what was happening and backed off. I learned a couple things there. I was well rested and my reaction time was good. Proper sleep is a good thing. I don't know how that would have turned out if I had been sleepy or if I had been under a heavy load that would have caused me to decelerate slower when I hit the brakes. There have been a few times in my life where I have felt that God was looking out for me and this was one of those times, but if the Swift driver had been looking out for anything else in the middle lane, he could have saved God the trouble.
Anyway, I feel very fortunate to have not been in an accident last night. The only thing that ticks me off now is that by the time I collected myself, a lot of traffic had gotten between me and the Swift truck and I couldn't catch up to him and get the number off the truck. But now I'm home, well rested, and sitting safe and sound in my own house, and the Sprinter is still unscathed and ready to run. All's well that ends well I guess.
Now here's where the fun started. Normally I would just shoot over to the left lane to avoid the truck, but there was a car there. I laid on the horn hoping the Swift driver would go back to his lane, but he just kept coming. I hit the horn again and started to drift into the left lane, hoping the car would see what was happening and back off. He didn't. He honked his horn and sped up to keep pace with me, holding his ground instead of letting me over. So then I did the only thing I could do. I hit the brakes pretty darn hard and shot over into the left lane as soon as I had space, coming in behind the car a foot or less off his rear bumper and missing getting hit by the back of the Swift trailer by maybe a foot or two. The driver of the car didn't have a clue what had happened and went into full road rage mode directed at me. He kept slamming on his brakes just to tick me off and showing me his I.Q. out the window. Finally he sped off when he realized I wasn't going to engage in his games.
It all happened so fast and even now I'm amazed there was no contact with either vehicle, or any of the other vehicles on the road. There was quite a bit of traffic out at the moment but the other drivers must have seen what was happening and backed off. I learned a couple things there. I was well rested and my reaction time was good. Proper sleep is a good thing. I don't know how that would have turned out if I had been sleepy or if I had been under a heavy load that would have caused me to decelerate slower when I hit the brakes. There have been a few times in my life where I have felt that God was looking out for me and this was one of those times, but if the Swift driver had been looking out for anything else in the middle lane, he could have saved God the trouble.
Anyway, I feel very fortunate to have not been in an accident last night. The only thing that ticks me off now is that by the time I collected myself, a lot of traffic had gotten between me and the Swift truck and I couldn't catch up to him and get the number off the truck. But now I'm home, well rested, and sitting safe and sound in my own house, and the Sprinter is still unscathed and ready to run. All's well that ends well I guess.