Not my wife but a male friend. Driving north on 395 from Bishop with him asleep in the right front seat. I'm in one of the intermittent passing lanes going up a hill. Buddy wakes up and is staring at the grill of a semi coming the other way in the single southbound lane. The curve of the road made it look like a head on was unavoidable. His shriek of terror still haunts me 20 years later. And I shook most of the way to Truckee.
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