Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
So me, the wife and my little girl are rolling back accross 64 in IL. The troppers in illinois have been somewhat unfriendly to me in the past to the cruise is set at 72, and I still keep my foot near the brake pedal. I come up on an old boy driving a 2WD 3500 DMax DRW. Now he has thing all set up with the side steps, wheel flares and flying buttress cab extensions to the bed. Also a couple stickers about how much he loves that Chevy. He is sitting in the left lane, not another car for miles. Anyway, we go on past him, in the right lane.
Well, I am maybe 100 feet in front of him when he gets on that thing. Black smoke, the front end raises like it wants to go meet God and he comes on hell or high water to pass. When he goes by, face scrunched up in look of pain, he is sawing on that steering wheel like Uncle Jessie getting chased by Roscoe. I mean he is tearing that thing back and forth like he had a hold of angry crocodile. I looked down at my hand draped accross the top of the wheel, the Dodge tracking a straight line. The wife looked over, chuckled, and went back to sleep.
Well, we could not have been another 15 miles down the road, and there he is again, sitting in the left lane. Mind you, I have not touched the cruise. Well on past I go in the right lane, and same thing. See that DMax squat down, you can actually see the angle of the front tires change as the suspension unwinds and here he comes again. Sawing that wheel like it is going to get away from him.
Let me tell you, that must be one quality truck. At 75-80 MPH he is sawing the wheel like Parnelli Jones driving a dirt track. I sure learned my lesson.
Well, I am maybe 100 feet in front of him when he gets on that thing. Black smoke, the front end raises like it wants to go meet God and he comes on hell or high water to pass. When he goes by, face scrunched up in look of pain, he is sawing on that steering wheel like Uncle Jessie getting chased by Roscoe. I mean he is tearing that thing back and forth like he had a hold of angry crocodile. I looked down at my hand draped accross the top of the wheel, the Dodge tracking a straight line. The wife looked over, chuckled, and went back to sleep.
Well, we could not have been another 15 miles down the road, and there he is again, sitting in the left lane. Mind you, I have not touched the cruise. Well on past I go in the right lane, and same thing. See that DMax squat down, you can actually see the angle of the front tires change as the suspension unwinds and here he comes again. Sawing that wheel like it is going to get away from him.
Let me tell you, that must be one quality truck. At 75-80 MPH he is sawing the wheel like Parnelli Jones driving a dirt track. I sure learned my lesson.
I like passing guys like this on hills when I am loaded up. Then when they try keep up, I let them get even with the rear quarter panel and at the steepest part ot the grade, wave good by and leave. 
It really takes the wind out of their sails. 
