My rural Missoui denizens are in for a good tongue-lashing. Despite a trip to town this morning, nobody did anything remarkable.
I tried my best to lure that motorcycle dude onto my gravel road. He had just passed the Fed Ex truck that was behind me, and cruised right up to my bumper in an effort to enter my blind spot. But he refused to follow me. Thus refusing to be force-fed several truckloads of dust that has a habit of kicking up from my wide back tires. Especially when I sweave from side to side.