Just returned from a three week, 3000 mile jaunt through Southern California, Arizona, and Nevada. Wanted to get to Big Bend, but the "Front Office" (namely Lalah) told me it was too far and we had appointments waiting on us at home. Anyway, we had a lot of fun. I tackled Superstition Mountain and won this time after going down to defeat last year. Here are some pix. First, a shot of "the Flatiron" from below:
A shot from above:
And then there's, uhhh, me!
--and, finally, my lunch buddy up top!
The reason for this post is to ask your opinion. Have the barbarians really taken over our highways? I'm not talking here about those disconnected dolts who dial their cell phones as they pass on an uphill stretch and barely make it around us, but something seemingly much more disturbing.
I generally tow at about 55-60 mph, and frequently pull out to let others go around if I'm "wearing a tail" on mountain roads, but the following type of behavior has been happening on multilane highways. Apparently just because I am not going as fast as he (not usually a she!) thinks I should be going---or because he doesn't like my license
plate or the profile of my travel trailer or something else equally obscure---Conan the Barbarian passes me at a very high speed, much like a ballistic missile, not even completely moving over into the other lane, then whips in front of me with about a foot or so to spare as he cuts me off before disappearing in a cloud
of dust (er, smoke).
With all due respect to you folks from these states, this type of behavior seems to be common in Arizona and Nevada, though a semi tractor-trailer did to it to me in the Sacramento area.
This type of behavior simply scares the hell out of me. What is your take on it, and what do you do to try to prevent it from happening.