I was driving down I-95 today when an 18 wheeler merged on from an entrance ramp to an exit-only lane. I was one lane to the left, so I slowed down in order to let him move into a through lane. Once he got in front of me, I noticed (to my shock) that his back cargo door was open. The truck was for a food service delivery and was stacked full of boxes of varying sizes plus a dolly that didn't look like it was secured very well. I was momentarily paralyzed as I gaped into the trailer, wondering what would happen if he hit a bump or applied his brakes quickly. I thought of this stuff flying all over the interstate and the havoc it would cause with the rush hour traffic which was flying by at 55-75 MPH. I'm pretty much a slow poke on 95. I try to go the speed limit or maybe 5 miles higher at the most, but I took the risk of going 72 in a 55 mph zone in order to get in front of the truck. When I got next to it, I looked for a phone number I could call but there was nothing. I ...
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