Blimey. So not warfare type stuff but I firmly believed our car was going to end up under an artic lorry..
Driving home up the A1 with Mrs RRR and mini RRR, in the left lane behind a lorry and indicating ready to leave at the Worksop slip road. Aforementioned lorry was also indicating left.
However at the last second he slammed on the brakes pulled hard right (I assume he realised he had the wrong turn), he then ended up not back on the A1 but hammering down the dividing line between the road and the slip road towards an Armco barrier. He then realised he was going to smash into and pulled hard left back into the slip road.
I remember my wife shouting “Dan!” in a blood chillingly terrified scream. By this point the lorry was a few feet in front of me and I had zero time to brake. My reaction was to hoik on the wheel, bury the car into the dirt to the left of the slip road and go round it. It sounds dramatic but my wife’s cries stay with me! We then composed ourselves and followed the lorry whilst ringing the police. I’ve no idea why he wouldn’t stop nor what the hell he was trying to do :-/