In the mid '70s I had a motor home which we took to Colorado each summer for 6-8-weeks. Late in the afternoon we were traveling a one lane road up the side of a mountain, almost to our destintion. We met an old man coming down the same road and stopped just in front of us and informed me I would have to back up to the next wide spot and let him by. I replied that I wasnt interested in backing that 40' MH at least 4 miles down the mountain. He just sat there for 15-20 min and again told me to back up. I said nope, you back up. He told me he wasnt moving. Finally I said to him, we have food, water and booze for 10 days, how are you fixed? He backed up.