70s flashback

Driving home tonight on Route 41 was a bit mind-blowing. Coming the other way was a convoy of tractor-trailers whose every surface was outlined with bright red lights, kind of like a movie marquee. Add in the rain, the fog, the puddles, the flashing traffic light at Route 841 and the Chatham streetlights and it was as if there was a disco ball somewhere overhead, sending random colored lights bouncing every which way.