I was driving home from work one day in April of 2002. It was spring in northwestern Pennsylvania, a transition month from the snowy winter season to April shower’s, but far too early for the May flowers. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and the rainfall was plummeting down at 1 to 2 inches per hour. I was driving on State Hwy. 6, which is a two lane road that cuts through the rural areas of farmlands and open fields. I was driving about 40 miles per hour due to the poor visibility of the weather conditions. My wipers were on high speed but the torrential downpour that day made it difficult to see out my windshield regardless.

In the duration of the eighteen miles
I was driving home, I remember a small SUV coming up behind me awfully quick. I didn’t recognize the vehicle until the headlights appeared in my rearview mirror and it got immensely close to my sedan. The driver was tailgating me for a good five...