A 16-wheeler in the fast-lane on the left passes me, barreling down the highway going at least 70 mph in a 60-mph zone. It then quickly changes lanes. Like a race car driver. The truck is directly in front of me, and it again changes lanes. Jumping to the slower far-right lane, behind another 16-wheeler, as the large trailer literally rocks. I know I saw streaks of light between those wheels and the pavement.
Again, the truck driver switches lanes, to the right, to what he doesn't realize is basically no lane. It is the short, merge-only lane. Lawless knows he deserves a ticket or death. The unexpected quick ending of the smooth merge lane turns into a wider than average paved shoulder, only for a short stretch.
Tightening my grip on the steering wheel, I am flabbergasted. The two 16-wheelers are neck-and-neck. Their front doors are so close, for a moment, the outside mirrors look conjoined. The tires of Lawless barely hold onto the highway's ever-diminishing shoulder. With a narrow bridge in sight, Lawless turns daredevil. In a very dangerous situation.
Stuck between a truck-and-a-tight-place Lawless and Steady will either crash-and-burn or they will somehow make it. It is a Now-and-Not-Yet, or a Now-or-Never moment. Instead of decreasing his mph mania, he increases his speed, and debris flies. Cooperative Steady has no choice but to hold back and considerably reduce his speed to prevent disaster. All somehow plays out within the span of a few nail-biting seconds. Lawless drives away, on the road again, and so does his counterpart. Steady. Born-ready.
but the one who now holds it back will continue to do so till he is taken out of the way.