Many years ago I had a neighbor my age that told me of the time their family got caught in a storm while vacationing on their boat off of the coast of California. All of a sudden, a huge yacht pulled up along side them and signalled to them to follow them in their wake to safety. Afterwards, they learned that the yacht belonged to John Wayne. I don't know whether Mr. Wayne was on the boat at the time, but the lesson of following in the safety of a bigger boats' wake has stuck with me.
This past weekend, while driving home from St. George, I spotted an approaching ambulance in my rear view mirror. As I moved over to allow it to pass, I decided to jump right back in the lane behind it. I called it "riding in the wake." It turned out to be a genius idea, because all the cars got out of the way of the ambulance, and by following it, we were able to finally maintain a good, consistent speed (no more dodging the slow cars that refused to move out of the "fast" lane.) I rode in the wake of the ambulance for a good half hour before it exited the freeway. It was awesome!
