I ended up driving in to work today. As I was tooling along down Elston, I got stuck behind a cement truck that was going a good 7 MPH. After a small eternity of following behind it, I was able to zip past it when the road connected up with Milwaukee. At that intersection, Elston turns from a one lane road into two, and I passed the cement truck on the right. All legal, all good.
I was pretty happy with my little Pole Position moves, and even scoffed at the slow cement truck in my rearview mirror. But I didn’t get 100 feet before this happened:
That’s right. Another cement truck pulled out in front of me. 
Stupid karmic balance.
