When we were just starting our drive up to Strawberry on Friday, we had quite a scare on the highway. I was going northbound, and had just passed the Port of Entry and was approaching the turnoff to Indian Canyon, where a guy in a newer gray GMC truck was stopped at the sign, waiting to turn southbound on US-6. I was the only car within sight of this guy, and as I got close to him, he started pulling out right in front of me! If I hadn't slammed on my brakes and swerved into the oncoming traffic lane, I would have t-boned him for sure. The guy eventually stopped, blocking the entire northbound lane as I continued past him, then he continued his turn and started going the opposite direction. The thing is, though, he was looking directly at me when he pulled out--we had eye contact the entire time. I wouldn't have been so pissed off if it had been an accident, but it was like this guy wanted to get into a wreck. I wanted so badly to turn around and chase this asshole down, but not only did I not want to add more time to my already long day, I also didn't want to confront such a dickwad without some form of protection if he got violent.

So I continued driving, but literally 45 seconds later, as I topped the next hill, there was a UHP trooper parked on the side of the road, being an asshole like they usually do, waiting passively for a crime to be committed. I shouldn't complain, I was glad he was there. I pulled over and tattled on the GMC driver, and the cop immediately pulled out of there and chased after him. I don't know what happened after that, but I'm relatively certain that he at least caught the guy and told him to watch the fuck out next time. I don't think he could have written the guy a ticket, because I didn't get a license plate number or anything like that.

The GMC driver is lucky I wasn't driving my truck, though, or else I would have t-boned him. I'm certain my rock-solid Ford would have crushed his tin-foil General Motors driver's side door, and likely him as well.