Normally, I'm a fan of the big rigs. In fact, I'm jealous when I see drivers behind the wheel: One of the things on my "bucket list" besides driving a late-model stock car around the Indy 500 track is driving a 16-wheeler cross country. But I admit to getting a bit nervous when one of those giants gets a little to close, especially if it's going faster than 20 miles an hour. Out running errands today I looked in the side mirror and saw this baby within inches of our back bumper. Yikes! :-)