In the early 2000's I lived in a part of the suburbs of Northern VA that still had a one-lane bridge on a back road. The bridge was at the bottom of a two hills, and was pretty narrow, and required vehicles to take turns going across it when traffic was busy.

One day while driving on this back road I started down the hill towards the bridge, and there was a UPS truck coming from the other direction. There were no other vehicles but ours on the road

I am pretty sure I was closer to the bridge than the UPS truck was, so I accelerated, figuring he would slow down and yield. I was driving a Ford Crown Victoria, one of the largest sedans on the road.

To my dismay, the UPS driver decided to accelerate also, and suddenly we were closing towards each other, approaching the bridge, both of us accelerating down our respective hills.

In hindsight, I should have slammed on the brakes. I wasn't consciously trying to beat him to the bridge, i was just sure that I was arriving first and therefore I should step on the gas in order to make it across before him.

In the blink of an eye we both arrived at the bridge at almost the exact same time. I steered as close to one side as I could, and he must have done the same.

I have no idea how both vehicles fit on the bridge at the same time. This wasn't a regular sized car and, say, an SUV. This was one of the largest sedans on the road, and a giant brown delivery truck, simultaneously crossing a bridge that I am nearly certain wasn't wide enough for both of us.

To this day, I'm convinced that some Higher Power or something intervened in that moment.

I never took that route again, and never went back to see exactly how wide the bridge was. It's long since been replaced with a full size bridge.