Well, actually I don't, I just prefer to back Holden during Bathurst, but I digress - this story is about my experience with a dumb-arse twat who was driving a V8 EB Falcon this morning and had a midlife crisis twinge when he saw me...
5:30am - I'm heading towards work down Brougham street, long, straight, empty - bar a handful of cars and a lone biker.
In front of me are two cars, with me in the left lane - one V8 EB Falcon, and a red Prelude in the right, following would not normally a problem for me, but the Falcon is bouncing his brake to match speeds with the prelude so he can have a jolly good conversation whilst they drive down the 60kph road at 55kph!
Opportunity knocked at the next set of traffic lights where I split up between them and put about a block between me and them. As it happens, I was now riding along at a sneeze over 60kph, with a small alto-like car in the right lane beside me, and all was well... until...
I'm passing through the Selwyn/Brougham street intersection, and said Falcon has pedalled up to 80kph and is beside me - ON THE F&*KIN LEFT!(Keeping in mind I am in the left lane) The psycho had pulled into the left turning lane and booted it to try and push past me with his amazing v8 power.
Now by the time I'd realised he was beside me trying to upset my otherwise sedate ride to work, I had also dropped two gears and accelerated a length ahead of him, at which point I jammed on my brakes rather hard in an attempt to adjust his headlights, and followed with a quick blip putting a block between me and him, sitting on 80kph just to add some room I look into my mirror to see mr Midlife-Crisis in the right lane doing 150-ish, closing like I was standing still, to his annoyance, I repeated my earlier two-gear drop, and wait until he is nearly beside me when I opened the bike right up and left him well behind, shattering any illusion he had of his pig-iron v8 being a performance machine.
ok, I'm done ranting.
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