Life is a highway, eh?

Rules of life as discovered on the highway:  In the fast lane doing 60, I'm supposed to be in the right lane, eventually, for my exit, but I feel it's moving too slow.  I figure that by the time I get up past the Pepsi truck up about 30 cars, I'll still be enough back from the tunnel to change lanes.  Goal setting.  I approach the truck minutes later, move into the center lane, then into the right lane just in front of the truck.  As my head revolves back around from checking my mirrors to change lanes...nine cars up, another Pepsi truck.  As I'm laughing at myself, I spot one log truck heading East bound, another log truck West bound.  Figure out that riddle.