That wasn't the only thing that put me in my place. In the twisties on the 199, coming back, a cheeky pickup got on my bumper in spite of my lively pace. Of course I tried to lose him. In due course he passed me. I stared at the truck; it had a lumber rack and was a 4WD Ranger.
Next, I was passed by an Altima, I suspected these two had a grudge match that had begun some time back. As always happens, of course, the pickup was blocked by a slow caravan, and when we all tucked up, I could hear his exhausts. This was NOT a stock Ranger engine. This guy was an enthusiast, young, and had modified his engine and knew how to drive. I'm sure not going to slide the tires for my first barbeque, so I let them go without regrets.
Edit; almost forgot, the steering tried to wrench control from me; "Caution steering override; imminent collision detected". Okay, that's taking it a bit far. Just becuz I was headed to a cliff and was TOTALLY going to steer left is no reason to make me struggle to regain control.