A couple of years ago I posted about the joy of following an RV that was actually driving the speed limit instead of the typical ten miles per hour slower. I figured it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. But it happened again yesterday.
I was driving south along Oregon’s central coast and a Class A was about five vehicles ahead. Traffic was a little slow and I assumed it was because of the RV. A curve in the highway revealed the holdup was a car in front of the RV. After the car took a different road, traffic—now led by the RV—sped up. Alright. Driving bliss.
After a while I noticed another Class A gradually approaching from behind, which meant it was going faster than me. Two RVs within a quarter mile of each other driving like they meant it? Impossible.
The second RV settled in behind me then, in one of the towns with four lanes and a couple of traffic lights, it passed me. I chuckled and saluted. Drive on, dudes.
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