Coming off the 4-lane onto a 2-lane state road today, I was running about 65. I saw an old pickup truck coming head-on, and he appeared to be coming to a stop, waiting to turn left after I went by. But at the last minute, he VERY SLOWLY turned left directly in front of me. I grabbed a handful and stomped the right pedal, but instinctively let back up a little to prevent lockup. Of course, I didn't need to, and nearly center-punched the fool, who appeared to have a beer in one hand, and wheel in the other. As I got shut down, he continued to make his turn very slowly and deliberately, and gave me a look like, "Man, what's your problem?" This is the first time I've had to use a ton of braking, and am very thankful for such great brakes on the FJR.