During one stretch of about 5 miles when we weren't under attack by snow or hail, I drove side by side with a guy.
Both of us were going about 90. He was in the passing lane. I was in the right lane.

There was a huge gap between us and the nearest cars in front of us.
I'm unsure why he thought it was cool to camp in the passing lane, but that's how it goes.

He had Colorado plates.