First time I ever drove a tractor-trailer to California was 1978, I was 21 years old and had never heard of truck lane restrictions as none existed outside of California at that time.
I delivered in
San Diego and had a second stop in Los Angeles that I hoped to deliver
same day. I put my rig on I-5 and opened it up moving all the way to the
left lane making excellent time.
About half way to
LA I noticed a Camaro with flashing blue lights in the grill behind me. I
turned on my right turn signal and after about 3 miles I finally
managed to make a safe stop on the right shoulder of the Interstate just
like everyone in North Carolina used to do.
wind was blowing like crazy but that state trooper's hair was perfect.
And boy was he mad! "What in the hell do you think you are doing?" he
"I'm going to LA," I answered in my best Southern draw.
"I mean what in the hell are you doing in the far left lane!" he shouted again.
Officer," I explained, "In high school driver education they taught us
that slower traffic drives on the right and faster traffic passes on the
left, and I was damned sure the fasting moving thing out there."
He let me go but warned me to stay in the right lane.