It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra.

Just a car guy. One night I was driving home from dropping my girlfriend off at her place.

We live in separate towns, in the same county, about 25 minutes away.

They're both country towns.

The route between them is just back roads and state routes that

cut through cornfields and cattle pastures. As I turn on to the longest stretch of the

road I notice headlights about a mile back.

Every time I go over a hill and back up, they are considerably closer.

About five minutes pass and the headlights are filling my rear windshield, probably the closest I've ever been tailgated.

I've lived in the country for my entire life so I recognize the lights as a

Dodge Ram and considering how lifted they appear to be, probably country boys in a tuned turbo diesel.

Meanwhile, I drive a Mitsubishi evolution, highly modified as well, but I rarely speed.

I don't want tickets for one thing. Insurance is bad enough as it is.

I've also hit a deer on this road before. Anyway, we keep ongoing and this truck flips on its brights

and continuously lays on the horn.

It's beginning to freak me out.

When we reach a passing zone I slow down at 45 and wave and pie.

Instead he gets even closer, maybe now two or three feet off of my bumper and lays on the horn.

Out of my side mirrors, I can just see people hanging out the windows, hooting and hollering and

waving the objects.

I speed up to 65 miles an hour and try to ignore the truck as it speeds

up as well staying right there on my bumper. We come down into the small town population about 150 that has a 40 mile per hour speed limit and ample passing room.

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