Well, time really.
Coming home this afternoon from work, nipping along in the centre lane of the motorway, I was passed by a dilapidated POS cage with a family of ethnic brethren from across the waves, who then decided the 3/4 of a car length distance between myself an the car in front (doing about 40k's here) was subject to some obscure treaty claim, and they promptly occupied it.
BASTARDS!
After probably 1km of following them, I was about to attempt a noobie lane split to get in front, when they changed back to the outside lane - sweet I think to myself. Then the dirty stinking tattooed mongrels flick not one, not two - well, actually it was two - cigarette butts out. One cops me in the boot, and the other - yup, right smack in my visor.
So I took the opportunity to try out some one handed sign language, then caned it between lanes and left the mutants wondering what gem I was attempting to convey.
Shortly after, I was pootling along in the centre lane again, when I saw the light of a bike (breed unknown) coming up behind me, splitting nicely. He passed me, and out the top of a pack on the back was a stuffed toy poodle.
Then the bloody things head moved.
And looked around.
Bugger me if that didn't make me laugh a bit.
So FU to the monkeys in the cage, and kudos to the rider with the pooch.
And thank god I'm a biker, because you don't see half this crap in a cage, and life is just so much more boring.
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