I can’t hang the blame on road planners. It’s a reasonably engineered stretch. After a long, two-lane portion, the on-ramp jogs right and narrows to one lane as it approaches 275.
But somehow it brings out the Dale Junior in folks. There are moments when two drivers can be indecisive about who has the right-of-way. More often, though, you’ll find a guy, usually in a pickup truck, trailing on the left side who busts a heavy move to jump into the lead. I’ve been pushed off the road by these maniacs a few times.
On the worst occasion, a company box truck crowded up behind me in the left lane, bogarted the merge lane and pushed me into the gravel shoulder, where I had to lock up my brakes. I missed a light pole by a few feet.
I followed the truck on 275, got the name of the company, called up and told the supervisor that one of his drivers almost vehicular-manslaughtered me. I got a letter the following week apologizing and informing me that the driver no longer worked at the company. I really, really hope that I got him fired, or at least had a hand in it.
Unfortunately, I can’t drop a dime on the pickup-truck-driving lunatics that put who-knows-how-many people in jeopardy on Maniac’s Curve.
