I drove down to Edinburgh just before xmas (first time in many months) and within 50 miles I had to brake and wait for a guy in an Astra hatch vxr type thing get back into his lane as he was heading straight for me. I was going under the speed limit in my noddy mobile and wondered what might have happened if I was going faster.
On the way home (after dark) I had just passed the House of Bruar behind a lorry with a trail of traffic behind me. I was heading up the straight just north of the H.O.Bruar junction when a car decided to overtake a few cars behind me and try and pass the lorry in front of me as a car was coming towards us. It looked like it was curtains for him and I had backed off in a slightly tense state,waiting for the impact up ahead when another guy that was racing him (or fed up being stuck in the traffic) was also in overtaking mode,on the other side of the road and now confused what to do as I had backed off the power. He would have thought about pulling in ahead of me or maybe had idea's about taking all of us but my drop in speed and the gap that I had in front of me and the lorry confused him. Before all the shennanigans I had left a big gap between the lorry to let folk get past me ( slow vehicle I was driving so I had no intentions of trying to pass the lorry) yet those nuggets still messed up. The lights and horn,getting pissed off with me, while he was heading towards another vehicle was a shock having done nothing wrong.
It seems that whether you go the correct speed,speed,overtake or not overtake.. you're always at risk whether it's your own fault or not.
The scariest one was driving south in nice distanced traffic, all making progress just south of Dalwhinne when I spotted a car in my mirror coming towards me and flying past each car with no intentions of slowing down. Once he approached the back of my car (probably going about 80-90mph) he started passing me on a sweeping left hander that we could all clearly see the car approaching from the south. It was three abreast and it was so close that I backed off, probably groaned like one would with a mild punch to the stomach and half curled up over the handbrake/passenger seat as I waited for him to hit the car at the same time as he was passing me.
One of those really close moments where there's no time for horns,lights and gestures. It's when it gets this close,with a shocked speechless moment after,that you realize how bad it was.