Oh that's triggered a flash back. I was on the A380, a rollercoaster of a road, bendy and hilly, and a four-lane dual carriageway for 15 miles or so. In a lot of places you can't see the opposite carriageway, so it feels as if you're on a racetrack tucked among the hills of the South Hams.
We were off to my father-in-law's funeral, 10 years ago, the whole family in the car. The road is a good one so I was doing a steady 70 uphill on the inside lane, near one the summits, where you can't see so far ahead, when all of a sudden an old codger motors past me in the opposite direction, in the overtaking lane. And then in a split second he's gone, and we're over the top of the hill, and it's as if it never happened - except we all saw it. I wonder if he ever made it off that road alive.
Still puts my pulse rate up to remember it, even now.