This otta scrape the mold off this topic! We on the way to the big city of Jackson, TN for our once every two weeks grocery shopping/lunch inna restaurant trip, she's driving for once and I shotgun. Watching this sedan ahead rolling down the rain line with occasional side trips to the rumble strip followed by a jerk back to the rain line, sometimes to the centerline of East bound I-40. Methinks to myself, "I bet he, she, it is texting." Our cruise was a bit faster so before long we were alongside and sho' nuff, he was texting. Just another MORON thinking, "It can't happen to me."
Karl