I lived off a one and a half lane road with one side being basalt face and the other a couple of hundred feet straight down to a lake. I often drove a tractor with a disk, baler or rake on the back down that road. The motor homes driven my an old guy with coke bottle glasses and an oxygen line under his nose came close to sending me before the pearly gates countless times.
Wit the vertigo problems I surrendered my CDL and now let my wife do all the driving. It is hard on what ego I have left but I won't hurt anybody this way.
