I was on my way from Kalamazoo to Maumee OH Wednesday morning and I ran into stopped traffic on I94 in Jackson. I got off the highway and called a co-worker for alt directions. I ended up on the business rout 94 through Jackson. I have never been through downtown before, so this was all new to me. Just on the other side of town I was on a wide sweeping curve with lots of concrete and no lane markings, the next thing I know is a curb starting to rise up on my left side, sure enough I was now on the sidewalk going about 30mph. There were no poles, signs, or anything in my way, so I hit the gas, clenched my teeth and shot back into the street. It was surprisingly a smooth transition; I don’t think the shocks even bottomed out. The next morning in Maumee I was heading to work. I was in a double left turn lane on the inside with a beat up pickup, full of construction material blocking the rear window. Sure enough on the completion of the turn the truck starts to take my lane, so I grabbed the brakes, hit the horn, and gave him the appropriate gesture. At the next intersection I was behind him and I noticed the reverse lights flashed for a second. I know this means he put the truck in park. I was starting to tense up at a bit. The driver’s door opens and out steps this behemoth of a guy. Before he gets two steps from the door, he throws his hands in the air and starts to apologize for cutting me off. I told him most people just brake check you or try to run you off the road. He was so apologetic about the whole thing; I shook his hand and told him to have a nice day.