Some of the large oil field trucks got so close to us when they passed today we could almost feel the driver's breath on our necks. John has to drive slow with a load of feed and the two lane farm to market road only has a half lane shoulder so he moved as far as he can. Some of the drivers are nice and can see when it's safe to pass and then blink their lights in "thanks" for John moving over as far as he can. Some seem to try to scratch the paint as they go around. Don't they know the farmers and ranchers were here first and have to make a living too. Our streets and roads are a mess, when we had good roads and streets before. Maybe if I owned some land to lease out to an oil field company I would be happy every time I hit a chug hole, you think?