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Somewhere around 5-10 years ago, I was driving home from my in-laws. (150 miles at the time.) As we got about 50 miles outside of town, it started to snow. About 40 miles out it was snowing hard. 30 miles out I had to reduce speed and run in the ruts of the car in front of me. It is flat and traffic was moving at 50-55 mph.

I had moved to the left lane when the snow was light, not sticking, and the pavement was dry to pass a semi, and found myself more or less trapped in the left lane as there was about 6 inches of snow everywhere but the wheel ruts. Like I said, traffic was moving at 50-55 mph. 20 miles outside of town, a Jeep Grand Cherokee comes charging up on me and riding my @$$. Then he backs off, then he charges me and rides my @$$. I wasn't going to switch to the right lane in heavy snow and I couldn't go any faster than the car in front of me (which I was following about 100 yards behind--the closest I was comfortable with).

Well, Mr, Jeep apparently got tired of me doing a reasonable speed for conditions and not putting myself in danger by switching lanes. He backed off again, and came roaring up. It looked to me like he was doing 90 mph in my rearview mirror as he was closing fast. He attempts to cut into the right lane to go around me and starts fishtailing as he passes me. I gently apply the brakes to give him room and he is ahead of me in the right lane. At some point, a wheel or two catches tractions and he goes slingshotting off into the ditch and climbs the hill on the other side...leaving a glorious white rooster tail in his wake. I pass him as he comes to a stop and wave. About 5 miles out of town the accumulated snow is lighter and it is safe to move over to the right lane.