One more spooky time...

In 1980 I used to drive every Friday night from Phoenix, AZ to Riverside, CA. Then on Sunday back again. Anyway, one time on the trip to CA right after I passed Blythe, a semi, a pretty old looking one, like not any company truck but an independent, started pacing right along side me. It was dark, late and then he started shining a spotlight on me. It was summer, and I was young, wearing a tube top and shorts. I'd slow, he'd slow. I'd speed up, he'd keep up. (I had a VW bug.) After about 45 minutes of this, we came to a rest area. This a$$hole actually pulled in! Well, so did I. I'm way more brave than I can back up but it never stops me. Anyway, some other truckers made a comment to me as I was briskly walking by to confront this boogyman trucker. I told them what was going on and they said "lets go talk to this guy..." Well, "my new friend" saw what was happening and literally ran to his truck and took off. The other truckers were very nice. They followed me to my turn off and made sure I was ok.