On my last ride, I'm enjoying a sunny Saturday on my favorite road. I'm EB on my way home at the speed limit of 35mph on Huron River drive near Dexter, about to enter a blind uphill lefty. A WB cager appears in the curve, he has already crossed over the centerline, distracted? stoned? medical emergency? I don't know. No time for me to brake, honk, give finger, I just veer to the right. There's no shoulder, but no trees on the right, and its uphill to scrub some mph off, counting my blessings, just a bit of space to slip through as we pass I'm in the dirt and 2/3 of his car is in my lane.
He recovered without incident and I went on for another 1/2 mile, then I stopped to collect myself. In another time I might have circled back to find the cager and talk to him about his error, but I didn't. I'm here four days later still counting my blessings, and pondering my next ride.
One odd thing: if I was in a car, there would have been a head on collision, at least a glancing blow. But being on my CB allowed me to fit through in the available space.