Just leaving the house, sunday evening ride and this chicky in a old red mazda comes right up behind me....too close, so I pull away slightly, it's a down hill section into town (cold tyres taking it easy) and bugger me shes on me like shit on a blanket. I mean she must have been all of 16, you know know big sunny brigade, and she just wouldnt budge. So ok i take this corner at bike speed and she comes flying around the corner over the centre line trying to keep up (any one knows hillcrest rd into Whakatane will tell you theres not much room to move). I get to the bottom, purposely slow down to a sedate 50 and fark me there she is giving me the bird?!
Seems like whenever these boy racer types see a bike it turns them into some kind of deranged F1 manaic that just wants to take you on.
Any one else experience this type of madness?
Oh, hit a magpie on my ride, actually the first time I've ever hit one in anything, so was (in a sic way) kinda chuffed. Had to pull over and pull him out of my radiator and fairing, no damage thanks to the rad-guard. The lingering the smell of cooked bird is all I can smell in the garage......
oh the simple things in life......
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