“I spun to see my own reflection starting back at me from a shiny chrome fender. My eyes were started, which was understandable considering that the fender was hovering 6 feet off the ground.
...
"Get off the road!"
"I'm not on the road." I pointed up. "It's that way."
... but even so it was clear that this joker was well below the designated traffic lane.

I pointed that out, but all I got for my trouble was another loud blast from the horn.

So of course I flipped him off.

He said something rude, threw the truck into reverse, then shot past close enough to force me to duck. He swerved around another vehicle, rolled sideways to fit between a couple of buses & vanished into the glare.”