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I had something similar happen in Mt. St. Helens National Park. Came around a corner and there was a bear in the middle of the road. Hot summer day, mid afternoon. He just sat and looked at me as I approached with brakes full on.
I knew I couldn't turn that damn superbike around quickly (turning radius of a supertanker). I worried that if I came to a stop and he charged I was going to be happy to be wearing leathers and a helmet. So I just ran wide to the left, he scampered to the right, and we both had stories to tell.
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