It was an uneventful trip except one small portion driven at night. There was one section of the trip that was quite curvy. You know the kind that the road sign shows three curves and is marked 30mph going up the side of a mountain? Now, while I currently live in the mid-west where the land is flat, I am not an inexperienced mountain driver. On more than one occasion I have lived on the side of a mountain.
Well, this story involves logging trucks, whose drivers are notorious for being reckless. Usually one just pulls over and gets out of their way. But on this jaunt I was on an unfamiliar road at night and unable to see the little wide patches on the side of the mountain road where I could get over. And when I did see one, the first truck was so close to my bumper that if I would have slammed on the brakes to try and get over he would have hit me. (or at least that was my perception--I am sure it was not his).
I was maintaining speed and pushing as hard as I felt like I could to safely navigate this unfamiliar windy road. I wasn't really nervous or scared I was doing my part to the best of my ability and concentrating on the road, I was not even sure of how many trucks were behind me. I knew there was more than one...
When all of a sudden, as I was approaching another set of three 30mph curves, the truck behind me pulls out and goes around me on a double yellow line. This was an utter jaw dropping moment. I slowed down and let him go and to my amazement, utterly amazed, he took those curves with incredible speed and was out of sight. I am still trying to figure out how he got around those curves as fast as he did. (When I was younger and less responsible I used to played some with driving curves at high speeds and I must say, I was impressed.)
I continued to drive along trying to race around unfamiliar curves in the dark when all of a sudden we popped out on a short stretch of road and the next truck started around me. The engines roaring to race past me as I slowed down to let them go...and I counted...one...two...three...four more trucks and they flew around the next set of curves and disappeared from my sight in a matter of literally seconds. By this time, I was glad to be done with this adventure but I still marvel at the skill of the drivers. Reckless yes, but impressive!!
My return trip had no log trucks, and nothing along the way to report as far as adverse traffic.