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So a spot where I live is infamous for simply not having lights on at night, enough so that one of my city friends gets creeped out driving through the area. There's perhaps 4-5 areas with regular streetlights, and those tend to be a sickly orange color. Add this to the almost constant mist and the spot looks like a horror game. Anyway, this means anything bright stands out like a sore thumb so this guy had no excuse.
I and perhaps 3-5 other people are driving along the road at 10-11 pm when a bank of spotlights and road repair vehicles becomes visible. Like sane people, I, myself and pretty much everyone else merge to the other side of the road smoothly. With one exception. A truck keeps barreling along at full speed towards the lights. I drop back, with the thought that either he's going to merge at the last second or crash. He picks option 3. Slam on the brakes at the last possible minute, then honk furiously at the apparently unexpected orange cones and floodlights, then slam into reverse, move over, then drive past, leaning on the horn the whole way. W. T. F.
I and perhaps 3-5 other people are driving along the road at 10-11 pm when a bank of spotlights and road repair vehicles becomes visible. Like sane people, I, myself and pretty much everyone else merge to the other side of the road smoothly. With one exception. A truck keeps barreling along at full speed towards the lights. I drop back, with the thought that either he's going to merge at the last second or crash. He picks option 3. Slam on the brakes at the last possible minute, then honk furiously at the apparently unexpected orange cones and floodlights, then slam into reverse, move over, then drive past, leaning on the horn the whole way. W. T. F.
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