He Trailed Me For Fifty Miles — And When I Found Out Why, I Couldn’t Believe It I’m eighty-three years old. I’ve driven since 1958, but I’ve never been more terrified than that day. He kept a perfect distance — two car lengths behind — shadowing every lane change I made. When I sped up, he did too. When I slowed down, so did he. My hands were trembling so violently I could hardly hold the wheel. I’d heard the stories — bikers stalking older drivers to rob them once they stop. My daughter had beg