(a) Waking up and realising that everyone else on two wheels in the North Island is going to be having fun at Puke today, and *you* have to go to work.
(b) The crunch-scrape-tinkle noises emphasising the point that you really, really should have remembered that thing about cold tyres and roundabouts in the morning.
Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger.
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