Narrow Roads

Just a simple observation, I'm sure we'll all experienced.

Why is it that when driving on a quiet, narrow road, the only other car, heading in the opposite direction, will be immediately next to you when you're about to reach the only person riding a bicycle on that road. If you don't slow down, you just know you'll all end up in a row (or, in the case of a narrow road, somebody won't has space to be there).

Is there a "law" for that too? (It's not Murphy's law. It's not sod's law either).

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