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As for pace, I just kept on what I was doing. Maybe 45 or so, but the road is tight and tree lined and not the place for a speeding work truck. The whole episode lasted maybe 15 seconds, tops. I came up on the truck, got to within maybe 50 yards and then he just shot out of there, accelerated to a speed that was slightly faster than mine, began to pull away, made it through one turn and lost it on the next one and crashed. Two turns and it was over. Just like that.

And yes, it was a turbo diesel. I don't know what it is with these guys. I've had more turbo diesel trucks try to drag race me, which I don't take part in. Too old and too wise for that crap. Besides, 911's aren't drag racers. They're sports cars designed for twisty roads and can carry a nice pace on those roads. Those trucks aren't. A while back, coming back from Big Bear with my wife, some guy driving a full size pickup behind me seemed to be trying to push me down the mountain. The guy was crazy. What is it with these morons? I have a big Chevy Tahoe that I take to the mountains and I would never drive that top heavy beast like that. Anyone who does is just asking for trouble.

Alcohol and machismo were the primary players in this wreck, as usual.