Then there was 1975. An early April a massive snowstorm ravaged central and northern Illinois, shutting down O'Hare field. I recall having to drive south to Indianapolis to catch a flight to Connecticut for a job interview. Truck drivers helped lead the way for me south on I-65 to Weir Cook airport. One guy (Silver Streak) took the front door. The other (Wild Bill) covered the back door. Both were running 18 wheelers. Silver Streak was radioing even further ahead. I made the flight by 20 minutes, averaging nearly 75 mph.
I was driving a 1969 Lincoln Mark III, sandwiched in between the two big knights of the road. My Cobra CB radio and theirs made it all possible. I'll never forget that caravan for as long as I live. Oh, and BTW, I got the job in Connecticut.