I hate how a lot of my blogs end up being traffic reports where I’m “telling on” other drivers, but with this most recent situation, I just couldn’t resist. I was heading south on the 400 near King Road on Friday, when up ahead I saw traffic was being directed off the highway to the nearest exit. I flicked on 680 News and heard that there was a major accident ahead, so I would have to head home using Highway 27, a slower, but adequate two-laner.

In front of me were two 53-ft. tractor trailers, one directly behind the other. At first I sort of groaned to myself, knowing that I would likely be driving a pokey 70 to 75 km/h in the hilly 80 km zone. But since it was already past 11 p.m. and I wasn’t in any particular rush, I decided to sit back and enjoy the ride.

The truck in front of me, however, had other ideas. We weren’t more than two minutes off the 400 when the truck to the rear started flashing their high beams at the truck in front of them, riding dangerously close to the back of the front-runners trailer, and weaving in and out of their lane, looking for an opportunity to advance. This nonsense continued for no less than 10 minutes before the truck in front was eventually forced to pull over to allow the other truck to pass.

I couldn’t believe how ridiculously arrogant and impatient that driver was. To put it into perspective, it was bad even by four-wheeler standards. Now that’s bad. The truck to the front was travelling somewhere in between 75 and 80 km/h the entire time; not an unforgivable speed given the darkness of the hour, the frequency of animals crossing those roads and then fact that that, oh wait, yes, he was driving the speed limit.

A four-wheelers driving like a jackass is one thing, but watching a trucker putting the life of a fellow trucker in danger was a deplorable thing to observe. So much for sticking together, I suppose. I guess it’s every trucker for themselves.