The traffic light turned green and we continued on, our hearts were still racing from the near miss. A half-mile later, we signaled to enter a turning lane––and the car behind us cut us off, flying past us on the left shoulder. Again, time to drive defensively and hit the brakes. We’d only gone a mile, and we’d already had two near misses in our sparkling new motorhome.
Finally, we made it to the interstate. We’d traveled those roads for years with few issues, so we reassured each other that the rest of our short drive would likely be uneventful, and chalked up the first two incidents to chance.
We were so wrong!
During the next six miles, we were cut off again, honked and waved at for driving the speed limit, blocked from changing lanes when we needed to exit the highway, and prevented from merging onto another road. With shot nerves and dwindling confidence, we began to question everything. What were we thinking when we bought a motorhome? Would driving always be like this? Was our nomad dream just a beautiful fantasy?