I couldn't see the license plate of the truck in front of me. When I say I couldn't see it, I don't mean to imply that the truck was too far away to read the letters and numbers, or that it was foggy, or that I have poor vision. On the contrary: I was tailgating so closely, the hood of my car blocked the entire lower tailgate of the truck. I'm certain my car was getting great gas mileage. To the truth, as I have the reflexes of a praying mantis, tailgating doesn't make me nervous in the least. Unless, of course, if the hitch post happens to break off, at which point I wouldn't be tailgating for long.
All in all, I think I'll think twice before I choose an abandoned vehicle in which to spend the night.
