Today we rode through a section of highway that was under construction and very, very busy. There was zero shoulder with concrete barriers to the edge of the rode, and my trike is 3 ft wide so I stick into the road enough so cars can’t pass me if there is a car coming from the other direction. I would look behind me and there would be dozens of cars backed up behind me going 6 mph. When there was a break in the traffic coming from the other direction a bunch of cars would speed around me until another car came from the other direction. I got quite a few long honks as they went by and glares as well, but no hand gestures that I could tell. One car slammed on his brakes as he realized that he wasn’t going to make it around me by the time that the car from the other direction got there. When I heard the squealing of the tires behind me I closed my eyes and tensed up waiting to get hit. The trucks were even worse because when they slow down my speed it takes a while for them to get back up to speed going up a hill. The road widened out for a bit and I thought, super, we are done with that, but then another section came up, so I stopped and called the ladies to come and get me. I like adventure but this was suicidal so I decided to “be safe”. I sat on my bike and took a nap while I waited. I rode 30 miles of the 63 for the day. We are taking tomorrow off and the camp sight we are in has a swimming pool so it should be a good day. I am hoping that Monday is a “normal” day, maybe even a little boring.