Brad:
We drive similar rigs. We were pulling the horses on a trip when traffic suddenly slowed as we came over a hill at about 60 mph. I figure we were about 18,000# or so going down the road. Inexplicably, the lady in front of us stops her car dead on the highway about 20 lengths back from the car in front of her.
I hammered the brakes, and I mean they were howling. At the last second, when it became clear I wasn't going to stop in time, I steered onto the shoulder. I came to a stop even with the b-pillar of her Saturn, and looked down into the back seat at her daughter sleeping in a child seat.
That would not have gone well for them.
We pulled over a couple miles down the road to check on the horses. They were fine, but they were giving us the WT* look.
