we were going west along the knockhill road just before it dips down into the nice right hander that crosses the wee burn. Gav was 1st me 2nd auldyin 3rd, this "gentleman" came up round the corner in an old white merc straddling the white lines saw Gav, paniced and tried to whip back onto his own side and the back end started sliding out. more through luck than skill or judgement it gripped and straightened up or it could have been real messy. About 500 yards later there was a
not sure if it was following or chasing as the blues and twos were not on but we all gesticulated to him to get a move on.
Not really a brown trouser moment as there was nothing any of us could have done to avoid it as we were tight left preparing for the right turn.