Originally posted by: Scouzer
When I was roughly 7 years old, my dad and I were driving at about 4AM on a 2 lane road. We were just reaching the apex of a hill in the road, and over comes a pickup truck passing another pickup truck blocking the whole road. I was sleeping and I still remember waking up to the headlights moments before my dad swerved off the road two wheels in the ditch barely getting us around the truck.
DON'T FVCKING PASS AT THE CREST OF A HILL, IT'S SO FVCKING STUPID!
Heh that reminds me of a time my brother and I were driving to a pizza place at night. It was snowing out and they had some pretty big trucks driving all over the roads keeping them clear. Well, I'm driving up this hill and coming the opposite direction had to be the biggest truck I've ever seen. I can't actually see it because all of the lights on the thing are staring directly down at me (it's at the top of the hill) but it had 3 rows of lights, the top row being oddly high. So even though I can't see it, I get the feel this thing needs extra room and I pull the car way over to the right hand side of the road. Just as I get over there, the thing passes me and we can finally see the plow on the front just barely miss our side. I'm looking at my brother going how the friggen hell can they be safely driving this thing down the road when it's clearly in my lane as well. Ah well, it was pretty scary at the time.