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I was following an old Ford pick up last Sunday out of the mountains on a narrow, winding two-lane. Just the kind of road we like - except the gal in the pick-up was going about 35 MPH and I was anxious to get around her after a couple of miles or so. Double yellow line and short view apertures on the curves left me little hope. Then, as we approached a short straight with a gravel turn-out on the right shoulder, she thankfully moved over a little to let me by! As I glided by and was about even with her window, she began to turn left into me. Without hesitation I blasted through to complete the pass and glanced back to see her turning left across the road into a narrow dirt road.
I probably scared her to death. I doubt she even knew I was there, probably fixated on the entry to the dirt road, swinging wide to get the truck lined up.
The funny thing is that I had my finger on the horn button to give her the obligatory toot in thanks for yielding to me.
So what lesson did I re-learn? I doubt I need to explain further. Whew.
I probably scared her to death. I doubt she even knew I was there, probably fixated on the entry to the dirt road, swinging wide to get the truck lined up.
The funny thing is that I had my finger on the horn button to give her the obligatory toot in thanks for yielding to me.
So what lesson did I re-learn? I doubt I need to explain further. Whew.