Day one, maybe 10 miles in on gravel out of Damascus. I topped a rise and a full grown 3 axle 22ton county dump truck was barreling at me at 25 mph. I was doing about the same speed and the truck took up the entire width of the road. That's a closing speed of about 73' per second and we were about 150 apart. I did not think stopping was a good idea, so already being on the RH side of road I looked to bail right. Nope, it was a steep drop off on both sides...we were on a saddle. When I looked back, the driver was easing to his right and a narrow escape route began opening. I looked thru the opening and got right on the edge and some how slipped thru without hitting the truck with my left saddlebag, or dropping off into the tree filled holler. Scared the shit out of me...thought I was a gonner. If we had met at the top of the rise I would be a hood ornament. Seriously, wtf was that big of a truck doing on a dual track road? I am still re thinking this kind of riding. On the blind curves and hills even at 5 mph there is no escape of the potential for a head on collision. Maybe next time it's a Subaru, or an asshole flying in a Razor, or another bike. Am I being over dramatic, or losing my edge? I was in second gear, looking back, that was too fast for the conditions, but then again I was not expecting a vehicle that was at max legal width, and I always expect the worse. With about 400,000 miles behind me I have had close calls before, but I'll be honest, I'm still a bit rattled.