Voted never. It's hardwired into my brain:
When I was seventeen I was driving amongst a caravan of cars. At a left turn with a stop sign my friend, who was driving behind me, thought it would be great to pass me on the inside while making the turn. In my infinite, 17 year old wisdom, I decided to return the favor shortly thereafter.
Unfortunately, I the point I picked was on a slight uphill from a crest and around a slight turn. When reached the crest on the wrong side of the double lines all I saw were headlights. Luckily, through the combination of me swerving back to the right (my friend slowed down) and the headlighted car being on top of things and swerving right, there was no carnage. But that's where the real fun began.
My girlfriend, in the car with me, looked back, and I heard "OMG, that was a cop! I look in the rearview mirror and sure enough I saw red and blue lights. Again, in my infinite 17 year old wisdom, I thought the best thing would be to take the next quick right, bolt up a hill, park in a driveway and run into some unknown person's garage. Brilliant strategy.
We watched the cop race straight pass the house. As I was making a celebratory exhale, the cop car slams on the brakes and outs it into reverse. Knowing I was toast, we walked out of the unknown garage to greet him.
After reading me the riot act about how he could cuff me right there for a slew of infractions including evading arrest and trespassing, he told me he was just giving me a ticket for passing in a no passing zone. As my second celebratory exhale of the day was in mid-stream, he then said "now we are all going to go to the young lady's house and explain to her parents what happened today, and then we are going to go to yours and talk to your parents." I would have rather been cuffed.
To this day, every time I think about making a pass across double yellow, unless waved ahead, this story comes back to me in a flash.