That has the makings for a story on the noon edition of the local news.
So, I'm in the second half of my 38-mile morning commute today. I'm in this area on I-270 called the "Accident Reduction Zone." No shit; that's what the white sign calls it. One lane is for traffic merging onto I-70 West and the other, which I am in, is for I-70 East. This pinhead in a truck about as large as yours changes lanes real quick from westbound to eastbound and manages to fit it into a space the size of a Toyota Celica.
You can imagine to chaos that ensued.
So, he drives about 30 yards and then does the same thing in order to get back into the westbound lane.