A friend of mine just passed the drivers license test and was frequently allowed to borrow his mom's car. I don't know whether you ever heard of Daihatsu but it's a car company who makes rather small cars. His mum had one of those old models. Let me tell you this, when you floor a Daihatsu, nothing happens. You just wait.

So, school was over for the day and my friend offered me a ride home. I gladly accepted. I mean, on the one side I had to jump over my shadow and risk being spotted in a crappy car but on the other side I could avoid waiting for a bus, riding a bus and then walking the final few hundred meters home. So yeah, I gladly accepted. Anyways, our home village is a different one from the village where our school is. You have to spend around 15 minutes in a shitty car like this Daihatsu until you hopefully arrive at home. Still, it's better than all in all 30 minutes commuting with smelly buses. Immediately after leaving the parking lot and throughout the whole village we were the second car behind a probably very kind elder lady who simply and very unfortunately drove incredibly much slower than you actually were allowed. Before us, right after this probably kind elder lady, was a sports car - probably driven by a douche. You see, I am from a small place in Switzerland. It's nice and all but when you are forced to drive much slower than you are actually allowed to, then everything starts being overly nerf-racking - even probably kind elder ladies. So we drove through the village and I could feel how my friend got rather tense if not actually stressed and sitting in a shitty car with a freshly produced driver who makes a rather tense impression makes me kind of feel as if I was sitting next to a killing machine. And sure enough, something had to happen. Finally, the village's border came and with it also higher tempo limits. But I guess the probably kind elder lady just must have missed the signalization that informs you about the new tempo limits. Because she practically drove on as if there was no signalization at all. Now that not only hardened my impression of my friend being quite stressed, it also quite obviously revealed that the douche in front of us was stressed as well. But, it was rush hour. And it is most common in rush hours, that oncoming traffic chooses to come when the street is straight and it makes the most practical moments to overtake any given probably kind elder lady very impractical. A few meters back - and badly, impatiently guessed five minutes later, there was a window to overtake the lady! Even though the straight street was about to enter a long 90 degree right curve that is slightly angled and thus still quite easily drivable with the allowed tempo, the window was there! And most importantly, there was no oncoming traffic for now! The douche, which is no surprise, quickly did what the probably kind elder lady had coming all the way already and overtook her with ease. And quickly. And also quick. My friend seemed to have the same intention. He went full throttle. He pressed the foot all the way down and wholeheartedly wished to overtake the lady as well, following the douche. Then I spotted this huge Truck coming from the other direction. My friend was about to cross the middle lines and the truck was already on the bridge that comes after the curve. By then we were about to enter the angled curve. Instinctively I told my friend about this not too small inconvenience which caused him to quickly reconsider and hesitate. Despite all his intelligence, despite the shitty can on four wheels thus far referred to as Daihatsu and despite this huge, incredibly death threatening vehicle introducing the end of no oncoming traffic, he went on and tried to overtake the lady. I cannot remember when I ever grabbed so hard onto the safety bars cars have above the side windows. But I grabbed onto that Daihatsu's right seat safety bar as if it stole my wallet. The truck came closer and closer and closer and we were nowhere! We barely made it past the probably kind elder lady! Given the speed of our can on wheels and of the can crusher, my intuition told me we won't make. I was sure we would probably die. Eventually we did not. We hardly made it past the probably kind elder lady and my friend pressed the deathcan in front of the lady while the truck was about to whoosh past us. If this truck did not break for our lives, my friend and I would be dead. Puree. Freshly delivered in a can on wheels. My heart was racing. And it raced for a long period that evening. Shit. I tell you, my friend and I did not speak a word until he dropped me off at my parent's house. And even then, we just said bye and nothing more and we never spoke of this event ever. We both knew that this probably kind elder lady almost got us killed because we had no patience.

The moral? NEVER FUCKING OVERTAKE IN RIGHT BENDS! OR LEFT ONES, that is if you are driving in crazy town, you know, Australia, England and other places who mix things up.