Nearly died on a drive home from a rock climbing trip where we did tons of fun and wild (but safe) stuff on ropes, there was a car stopped perpendicular across part of a dark empty interstate in the middle of the night that we passed at full speed.

Two carloads of people had a near-death butt pucker like nothing else we’d experienced on that trip (and no clue what was going on with that car, we were long gone by the time we recovered our wits and processed not being a mangled up paste of people). Your comment resonates with me cuz I understood driving that night, lmao. It’s wildly uncontrolled compared to rock climbing, with comparatively high risks of really bad outcomes in fully capricious ways. Can become a splat out of nowhere with barely a moment to consider the coming fact. Woof.