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2:04 pm EST 68°F (20°C) in Marietta, GA
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I have completed the first of two loads that are taking me back toward home. I should be able to arrive there on Monday morning.
I had the most hilarious (and gratifying) twist of fate happen to me yesterday, while driving up northbound Interstate 75 between Ocala and Gainesville, FL. I was in the far-right lane of the freeway when I saw somebody driving a rented Ryder truck and pulling a boat behind it; this person obviously wasn't too familiar with driving anything larger than a car, and as a result was going rather slowly. As I have done a million times before, I checked my left-hand side mirrors, and seeing nothing in the middle lane for at least a few hundred feet behind me, I signaled and moved over.
I'm motoring along in the middle lane, passing a few slower right-lane vehicles, when I see an early-1980s Chevy Suburban pass me in the far-left lane. As soon as he was several yards in front of my hood and I could see him without turning my head, I noticed that a passenger in the Suburban had his right arm extended out the window, displaying his middle finger to me. At first, I wondered why this person would be flipping me off — as I described above, I know I hadn't cut anybody off when I changed lanes — but a few seconds later, I realized that this person had been looking at my left-side window, and probably saw the rainbow-flag static-cling icon I put there as a symbol of defiance of all these other idiot truckers' homophobia. Frankly, I don't care that somebody would have flipped me off for that; it just proves how sad, idiotic, and ignorant the person displaying the gesture is.
Not even 15 seconds later, I see a fair-sized cloud of smoke and several small black pieces of debris start coming from under the Suburban. Instantly, I realized the left-rear tire had just blown, and I slowed a bit as a precaution. The Suburban started fish-tailing quite badly, but the driver managed to keep it entirely in the far-left lane before going into the grass median at a still-moderate rate of speed. Eventually, he came to a stop, as I and all the other traffic proceeded right on by at 55-60 mph.
This person just had to make it clear to me how much he hates us queers, but as far as I'm concerned, he got his divine retribution about ¼ mile down the road. Let this be a lesson to all you other gay-haters out there: Keep your hatred and stupidity to yourself, or you may be the next to suffer a potentially-lethal fate such as the one endured by the two occupants of the aforementioned Suburban. God hates hate, not gay people.
Time to shower, eat, and then try to make 400 miles today …