MrsCheese (Miss Daisy) asked if I would drive her to the drugstore. Since I had cleared my calendar years earlier I agreed. We made our way the eight or so miles to a bridge that crosses 26 and we noticed that the road was backed up for miles going west. After crossing the bridge there was traffic everywhere trying to detour the backup. We were going to make a left turn several hundred yards ahead into a turning lane; on our right was a feeder road with a stop sign. As we approached, a bobtail tractor ignored the stop sign and bullied its way into the intersection just as I got into the turning lane, forcing me to slam on my brakes as it went in front of me illegally.
I looked in my mirror to make sure I wasn’t about to be rear-ended. There was a white truck van in the lane to the right. I stopped because traffic was coming towards me. As the tractor without a trailer pulled through the intersection, it was followed by a dark family van. It was t-boned by the white van, which had the right of way. We were just far enough away that the flying parts missed us, as did the van’s.More