Lately I've been fleeing in fear from the unofficial vehicle of Charlotte, aka the ubiquitous landscape truck towing a double-axle trailer with a Bobcat on it. Rocks, clods of mud, chains, PVC pipes, spare parts, and trash all come flying off of the thing while the amigo at the wheel takes a corner too tight, sideswiping other vehicles or jumping the curb while he attempts to polish off his QT Big Q.
Somehow these things, which are absolutely everywhere, escape CDL requirements despite their combined 50-60 feet in length, full-lane width, and constant wake of destruction. Whenever I see one on the road, which happens about every 90 seconds, I move as far away as possible.