I had some clown do this on the Hutt Motorway while I was splitting about four years ago.
Slammed on the brakes and just managed to stop in time.
I got off the bike to argue it out with the driver. Unfortunately for him two cars behind was mufti police car who saw everything.
His excuse? "Bloody motorcyclists think they own the road. I get sick and tired waiting in traffic and these smart-arses just ride down the middle. I thought I'd give him a taste of having to wait."
Idiot. Cop did him for careless use of a motor vehicle.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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