There were four of us driving on Friday. We were on a back country road in the morning. We were rather spread out. A pickup came barreling around the corner with the morning sun in his eyes. I heard him coming and shouted to the other drivers to look out, waved my arms and yelled. I thought at first the driver was not going to see us, but he stopped in time. Yes, he was going way too fast. Yes, we were in the middle of the road. We could have gone down like bowling pins.
This was the first time we had driven in such a large group. Groups are unwieldy. We tried to figure out a safe system, but I'm not sure there is one for a pleasure drive. If you are all driving in single file you can't converse or watch the movement/harness adjustments of other drivers. Single file wouldn't have helped in this case anyway. IN fact, I'm sure we were more visible being spread across the road.
We were upset at him for going too fast and I'm sure he was cursing us for being on the road at all.
One of those little episodes that adds spice to life.
This was the first time we had driven in such a large group. Groups are unwieldy. We tried to figure out a safe system, but I'm not sure there is one for a pleasure drive. If you are all driving in single file you can't converse or watch the movement/harness adjustments of other drivers. Single file wouldn't have helped in this case anyway. IN fact, I'm sure we were more visible being spread across the road.
We were upset at him for going too fast and I'm sure he was cursing us for being on the road at all.
One of those little episodes that adds spice to life.