He Followed My Car For Fifty Miles And Then He Showed Me Why He Had Been Following Me
I was terrified. Eighty-three years old, driving alone, and a huge biker had been tailing me for nearly fifty miles. I’ve driven since 1958, and never have I felt such panic. He stayed two car lengths behind, mirroring every move. Changed lanes? He changed lanes. Sped up? He sped up. Slowed down? Same. My hands…