Me, me, me, me...
I've driven truck for more years than I care to think about, and yup, I agree: It's the ME thing that seems to be the biggest problem.
<RANT ON>
I believe that the following lines describe how many drivers think in this day and age:
~ When merging into traffic: You need to make room for ME!
~ When losing a lane for construction: I can use that lane till the last second, so I will. You people left it open just for ME!
~ The right lane is for other people. The left lane is just for ME!
~ I occupy this space on the highway and it belongs to ME! Everyone else can go around.
~ I am the fastest thing on the highway - until I get in front of everyone else - then I'll slow down to avoid getting a speeding ticket. I want to be first, but I don't want the cop to stop ME!
~ Turn signals are for losers - if I decide to change lanes, you'd better look out for ME!
~ Four lane, non-interstate divided highway with left turn lanes: I'm going to make a left turn 20 miles up the road so I'll get in the left lane now, but I want to get good fuel economy so I only drive 50 MPH. The rest of you have to go around, because this lane is just for ME!
Oh yeah... and don't forget the guy that stays in the left lane and paces the vehicle in the right lane instead of passing: He's afraid that if he goes one mile per hour over the speed limit he might get a nose bleed.
The close call that I remember the most: Extended hood Pete, loaded tanker, 7000 gallon tank with 4200 gallons in it - food grade (no baffles) grossed out at 80,000 lbs, so there was lots of room for fore and aft splash.
Dropping down hill on the interstate, about a 4% grade, strolling along at 65 to 70 MPH in the right lane with the Jake brake on, keeping my speed steady on the grade and traffic is heavy. In my mirror I see a couple of crotch rockets coming up fast. They cut off a car in the left lane to get out there, then pass me, cut right, and hit the brakes to make a short exit ramp. The second bike had a young guy driving and he had his girlfriend on the back. That bike disappeared beneath the end of the hood before I could get things in check, and I was just waiting for the tell tale noises of metal passing under the bumper and steer axle. Luckily, they managed to move off to the right without me hitting them, but it got awful damn close.
So, somewhere out there is a young guy and gal that maybe don't realize how close to death they really were. I hope they had to clean the s**t out of their drawers... #@$%!
<RANT OFF>
It's a wild world out there... you just gotta watch out for the crazies!