Your story makes me remember of a very popular Riding Destination; Sierra Madre.
I't a very long stretch of twisties that follow's the line of mountains that cuts across central Luzon.
Statistically, an average of 5 people have accidents there, but it is not unlikely that one is a fatality. All of the accidents there are caused by
motorbikes.
Not just motorbikes; "underbone" motorbikes. Dubbed the "Cockroaches" of the road, there are nimble, weaves traffic like a mainiac, with ineducated riders that feel like they are valentino rossi
with the power of invulnerability.
Once, I had the chance to ride there, My Dad Took his GS, my uncle took his K bike and my cousin took his Super Four....
.... I took my Honda XR200.
Since the others left me to the dirt, the Friggin' underbones with open pipes louder than god-knows-what would tailgate and stay dangerously close to my side; taunting me along the twisties.
Enough is enough, I Took full speed in the corners; the XR may not be known for speed, but it has great turning and handling capabilities.
The annoying underbones(It's not just one; it's a whole buch of em')
would really try to overtake me. Remember have have very loud open pipes and there were many of them. Imagine my temper; I was so irate I was tempted to shunt them off the road and into the deep cliffs along the road.
At last there was this hairpin curve, I cleared the curve but the substandard thinking and skill of the F***ING Underbone rider wasn't
enough to negotiate the tricky corner, he ended up on the opposite lane and landed on the path of a group of Harley Riders; all I heard was the meldey of horns, but fortunately no sounds of a crash(maybe I lost hearing due to their open pipes). I never saw that group of Idiotic underbones for the rest of the trip. I did manage to catch up with my dad and company about 20 minutes later, having a cup of coffee. Told them the story and had a good laugh.