A brush with death

Hmmm. Stop sign. Most people would stop at a T intersection like this. Right?

Thanks to good brakes on my truck, and quick reflexes, I avoided a wreck. A hay hauler-semi truck with an empty highboy trailer- blew through that intersection and forced me off the road; then as I followed him he drove on the shoulder and dusted me out so I couldn't get his plate number. Fortunately the guy behind me (who, incidentally, thought I was a goner), recognised the truck, and gave me the owner's phone number. I called 911 and then went back to photograph my skid marks. I talked to the police and all they can do is give him a ticket for failing to stop at a stop sign, because I couldn't see who was driving.... I was too busy trying to stay alive! My husband knows the owner, and called him to tell him what happened, and the end result is that the owner phoned me, apologised for his driver, who of course is playing dumb, and said he requested that the cops put a scare into him. I hope they do, because if he keeps up, he'll kill someone. It was nearly me. The worst part is that he had his son with him, and the kid was laughing.