People are Assholes: Rainy Interstate Edition

Driving on I-20 between Shreveport and DFW. Raining, in the left lane, in the middle of a train of cars and 18 wheelers, with probably 6 more cars behind me. The right lane is clear because everyone can see that lane is clogged and slower. I'm following a relatively safe distance of three/four car lengths behind another SUV, at 82 mph and coming up on an 18 wheeler to my right, in the rain. You know what the spray and visibility are like in those conditions. It's kind of tense.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a large Dodge Ram white truck zoomed past the line of cars behind me on the right going much faster than everyone and slipped in front of me. Motherfricker! He came within an inch of clipping me and had he not slipped in, a split second later he'd have rammed into the semi or sideswiped us. The driver had fricking balls of steel to pull off that move, but was a whisker away from causing a massive accident. I woke up twice this morning dreaming about it. It was the closest I've come in a long while to an accident. When he came over, fortunately everyone behind me anticipated it and had braked. My wife was very upset and I had to pull off at the next intersection and take a break from the ride.

I hate I-20. There is too much traffic on it and needs to be made into three lanes on each side from DFW all the way to Longview. It generally thins out about there when headed to Shreveport and that's generally where traffic starts building up when headed to DFW. Throw in rain and that's just a very dangerous highway.