I've found that when car drivers get crazy, I'll caravan with career truck drivers. They drive tight and close. Today, we must of had twenty of us on 295 running together. Cars tend to avoid trucks in groups, which is great. Today, the drivers were lunatics. The speed limit was 50, traffic was going along at 40 and it might as well have been NASCAR. I was beat by the time we pulled into the RV park.