Gravel, potholes larger than Netanyahu's ego, irregular taxis, frisky sheeps, and other hazards check the nerves (but not the speed) of local motorists. I was on this Palestinian highway when the Mercedes attempted to pass.
Most of my misadventures in the Bible Lands involve cars. And police and/or soldiers. And white fuel cooking stoves. But we must remain focused. So I will direct my comments toward one motorcar with which I am all too familiar.