Strokes from other pens

There is an element out there in the local regional truck driving breed with a bad attitude. The speeding, pushing, bullying, tailgating and careless passing by a few hurts your image. And I know several good drivers in town who are a credit to the profession.

On Feb. 3, about 10 a.m., I witnessed three grain trucks, one in the right lane racing each other westbound past the grocery store at about 60 miles per hour, dust and gravel flying! I stood outside aghast. I didn’t report it because I had no plate or operator company name — just a blur.

What if my neighbor were on her morning walk or so...