I had traded for a straight '83 K30 Diesel Friday. It had 4.56 gears in it and I swapped 4.10 axles under it Saturday. Sunday morning, I took it for a quick drive up the road (gravel county road with little traffic) just to see what it felt like with 4.10s. Coming back down, I was going about 25mph around a corner that turned to my right. Two 4 wheelers were coming at me in the center of the road. I slammed on my brakes, they swerved back to their lane and I swerved to the far right of the shoulder. A second later as I was thinking "that was close", another 4 wheeler is coming straight at me and a motorcycle in the middle of the road. Again I slam on my brakes, keep it hard right and hope that he goes back to his side of the road. Instead, he swerves to the same shoulder I am on (my right, his left) and the front right corner clips him and the 4-wheeler as he is bailing. I jump out of the truck, and the 3 others he's with run over, as he's yelling "You broke my leg! You broke my leg". We see he's hurting bad, and I hop in the truck and run back down to my place, have my brother call 911 and I tell everyone else that was there what happened. As I'm running back to the truck I see that theres a little damage so I hop in Brutus (another truck) and go back up. He had a compound fracture and broke his femur on impact with the bumper. A large croud showed up, from my place and people from town, the local cop, then 3 ambulances. The cop asks who was involved and I say I was. And he's like, "Allan, I've been meaning to ask you a few 4x4 questions about my blazer, but I'll talk to you about that after we take care of this". The person injured was someone I knew. 3 years ago I spent almost 4 hours one night in the Orange Blazer and winch pulling his truck out of a swamp. I didn't even recognize him when the accident happened cause I was rushing for help so quick. He ended up getting air lifted from Ione to a hospital in Spokane. Both the local cop and state patrol that was called up looked at the scene and acknowledged there wasn't anything else I could have done to avoid it. The state patrol said he didn't want to be a jerk, but he had to write me a ticket for the truck not being licensed yet (since I had just got it and didn't have money in time Friday to transfer it to buy tabs before the DOL closed). The state patrol officer and I both knew another patrol officer who was into Chevy 4x4's. The local cop came up later off-duty with my brother's permission and went bear hunting on our place. I guess it's good to know people... but it still didn't get me out of a ticket. I deserved it anyway. So, $101 later, and a bumper and fender and grille later, I'll be back where I was Saturday night before this whole mess happened. I'd rather have run off into a tree than break someone's leg like that, but I didn't have enough time or room to get out of the way without running over him dead on or the guy on the bike. I bet to his friend's, I'm the bad guy. They all know me as the 4x4/Mud Bog guy, but now to them, I'm the one who ruined their day.