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 said a quick prayer that everything would be alright, that maybe some other trucker would see him and radio him. Do truckers even use CB's anymore?
As I slowed down a little, I looked in the rearview and saw that lovely red and blue light. It was a state trooper, not after me for my little speeding indiscretion, but after the truck to get it to stop.
Police. Duh. Why didn't I think of calling them? Someone did, though, or perhaps they were out doing their job and spotted it. Either way, I'm thankful that they were there to get his attention and to keep the highway safe for all of us travelers.
Thanks to the "Staties". I know they have a dangerous and often thankless job but I am so happy they are there and I plan to keep them in my prayers.
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 said a quick prayer that everything would be alright, that maybe some other trucker would see him and radio him. Do truckers even use CB's anymore?
As I slowed down a little, I looked in the rearview and saw that lovely red and blue light. It was a state trooper, not after me for my little speeding indiscretion, but after the truck to get it to stop.
Police. Duh. Why didn't I think of calling them? Someone did, though, or perhaps they were out doing their job and spotted it. Either way, I'm thankful that they were there to get his attention and to keep the highway safe for all of us travelers.
Thanks to the "Staties". I know they have a dangerous and often thankless job but I am so happy they are there and I plan to keep them in my prayers.