Just south of Amanda Park, dude in 20+ foot RV gets into fast lane (left lane) going up hill. I decide to pass on the right since this guy can’t read signs. “Slow moving vehicles stay right”. Big 4×4 Dodge truck in front of me passes him, I’m about 50% of the way past and he starts to merge right with no blinker.
I honk my horn and go 2 feet out onto the shoulder, basically as far as I can go without hitting ditch. Check my rear view mirror to make sure I can safely slow down without someone running into me. Red car that was in the left lane had switched right to pass as well. Luckily they backed off fast enough and I corrected back onto the road.
I laid on the horn for the next 30 seconds adrenaline pumping. This is the closest I’ve ever been to a serious accident, also the only time I’ve ever felt like road raging.
This reaffirms my previous suspicions held when growing up that RV drivers on the peninsula are all noobs.
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