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My biggest one was more of a near-death experience for the other asshole.
I was driving my '93 Cougar (nice heavy car) on a 2-lane bridge w/ no shoulder. All of a sudden this riced out Civic gets the bright idea to cross the double yellow and try to pass about 4 cars, and starts barreling straight at me. I can't swerve out of the way as the road is too narrow, all I can do is lay on the horn and flash my lights.
I do some quick thinking and figure that it's best to slow down, but keep some degree of forward momentum--I'd rather plow through his car than the other way around, plus mine had a big weight advantage. So I kept rolling at about 20 mph as his ricemobile's fart can was blatting its way down the road towards me. At the last second, the last car in the string of 4 he was trying to pass (he only made it that far, guess his VTEC sticker didn't add as many horses as he expected) slammed on the brakes and let the Honda asshole back in. We would have collided not even a second later.
I'm glad that wreck was narrowly avoided, but ever since I've been kind of curious to see the outcome of a head-on between a 2-ton Mercury Cougar and a riceburner.
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