On this mornings drizzly, dawn commute, I was riding along the shoulder of the highway, when in my mirror I saw a semi crowding onto the shoulder. I got over to the side of the guardrail as far as I could, when he comes flying by blaring his horn not more than three feet away. We were the only two vehicles on the road at the time, so I don't think he was trying to avoid anything. I followed the trailer with my eyes as it went by, hoping for a glance at the license, but due to the wet the conditions, the plate covered by mist. Frickin' truckers.