This is what I’ve been dealing with this whole trip. And if you watch the back of the truck in front of this courteous professional driver at the end, you can see that he does hit me with his high beams. He sure showed me.

On a happier note, tomorrow I’m going to the Indy Motor Speedway, my first Tesla dealer, and also some school called “Butler”, where I presume they teach you to bring things to British aristocrats.