My best "don't pass in the shoulder" story happened not to me but to my childhood friend Boy Scout Dave.
Dave was driving out of the mountains when a car passed on the shoulder going into a turn. The passing car blew the turn and rolled down a steep, rocky hill. Boy Scout Dave pulled over and climbed down to the crumpled car. Blood and hair hung from the frame of the shattered windshield.
Dave found the driver's corpse a hundred feet further down the hill. It had been scalped going through the windshield.
TLDR - don't pass on the shoulder
Dave was driving out of the mountains when a car passed on the shoulder going into a turn. The passing car blew the turn and rolled down a steep, rocky hill. Boy Scout Dave pulled over and climbed down to the crumpled car. Blood and hair hung from the frame of the shattered windshield.
Dave found the driver's corpse a hundred feet further down the hill. It had been scalped going through the windshield.
TLDR - don't pass on the shoulder