Ran up toward Whites Creek this evening, the back side of the ridge where the road goes to one lane in a couple spots and the county does not seem to mind. Got behind a hay truck for two miles and never once thought about passing him. Stopped where the creek runs under the road and let the Heritage cool off while the light went out of the field. Fella in a pickup slowed down to ask if I was broke down. Told him no sir, just standing here. He nodded like that was a reasonable thing to be doing and drove on.