Did several hundred miles (and a couple tanks of petrol) yesterday, and the driving it was the suxxors.

I don’t know what the actual wind speeds were, but you could tell the full semis from the empty., the empty ones kept trying to take off.

Once, on a bad off-camber exit ramp with the cruise in the neighborhood of 70, I felt the right rear pick up and the transfer case whine to redirect power to the front while the sploder tripodded.

Later, picking pieces of the drivers seat from my rectum, I figured the crosswind had to be in the neghborhood of at least 60, a calculation I arrived at by the inverse amount of insoluble fiber that was coming out of that seat cushion multiplied by the size of the hole my asshole had chewed in the seat leather.