Went for a squirt yesterday with gijoe1313 and a mate, first time on a bike for a couple of weeks!
Took a quick run to the ambulance station in Botany where I uplifted my sunglasses (can't be taken seriously without looking cool dammit!) then carried on to Motomail, where we met up with drider who showed us many toys and blingy things... (oh how my credit card tried to escape my wallet!)
Anyhoo, after a bit of browsing, gijoe1313 carried on to the Shore to peruse more bike porn while mate and I decided to appease our domestic controllers and head home.
Trawled K Rd for totty, but nothing to be seen in the cold wet weather, so's we cut a track for the moronway.
Waiting at the lights to get on at Symonds St, we were parked behind a blue car (Honda City?) with more "I love Jesus/Whales/Water Conservation" stickers than your average Greenpeace store stocks, plastered all over the vehicles derrière!
Lights went green, and off we went - and damn! The little blond bit of fluff driving took off! Must have thought we were filthy biker scum out to steal her purse or innocence, and entered the moronway at a sprint, carving up lanes and cutting people off! (S'okay, she had God and the whales on her side, and besides there were motorsicklists on the moronway, so clearly it was our fault.)
A few km down the road, she randomly jumped into lane 1 (the slow lane, most of you won't be familiar with THAT lane) and dropped down to the speed limit.
So, being a good stereotype, I gave My Bike a bit of throttle, and decided to have a good stare at her and saw... she wasn't wearing a seatbelt!
So fuggit thought I...
I pulled in to the middle lane, came along side her and gave the stebel a wee tootle (melodiously of course) to get her attention.
She looked at me and smiled, before going back to deciding her best escape route from this clearly homicidal rider hell bent on destroying her virtue.
So I tootled again, the melodious quality of a stebel can be a bit aggressive I suppose, but a long blast got her attention, and I made the inter-galactic over-the-shoulder "YOUR SEATBELT YOU DAFT BINT" gesture.
She smiled again (twas a lovely smile I ought to add) and then realisation dawned, and she put her seatbelt on, blushed and tootled me somewhat ashamedly back.
I of course did not return the acknowledgment, as I am a double hard bastard and do not care about anyone or anything. *koff*
Aaaaaand... well, that's about it - but let it be known, SOME cage controllers can be educated, now to work on letting them know about the danger they pose to others, not just themselves... *sigh*
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