Bales

I followed this clown for about five miles this morning at between 40 and 50 mph.
The swirling tentacles of plastic wrapping reached out to anything unfortunate enough to be coming the other way. Two cars swerved after their windscreens were slapped by the flapping tendrils.
Only farmers it seems manage to get away with open disregard for the safety and well being of other road users.
You or I would soon be prosecuted to the full letter of the law for endangering our fellow travellers.