I turn the corner to drive up this hairpin curve going uphill and here’s this great big I dunno, Hummer or some such, with what looked to be 13" wide tires and he’s hoggin the whole road coming downhill, lapped over the center line about halfway and actin like “Yes as a matter of fact, I DO own the whole road” and he’s headin toward [us].
We dived for the right hand side of the road and my hand jumped to the horn of its own accord; I don’t think I even had time to think. “BEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEP BEEP BEEP” I was waiting for the crash but somehow it was okay and we slipped by.
My navigator person was twisted around in the seat, calling the action as we roared on up the hill. “He’s back in his lane – uh oh, can’t see him, blindspot. Oh there he is, wait . . . No, he’s not there! Did he go off the road!?”
HAHAHA TS That’ll Teach’em. 
roadhog 
PS: Talking about this later, we figured he’d turned the corner at the bottom of the hill (or went off the road? works for us) and tried to double back to find us, but between the construction, one way streets and traffic, and Black being rather nondescript, it never happened.