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reminds me of a time... right lane of the motor way poodling at 110 kph, bloke in front behind and to the left, the bloke to my left decides he wants my piece of road and across he comes. playing with his stereo talking on the phone. i sound my horn (ok its a bikes horn, so sounds like a disabled fart), he's still comming and pushing me across to the hard shoulder, (ok it called the hard shoulder but really its the place all the s**t on the road ends up). i kick the car, oblivious he carries on coming, finally he looks up, see me and smiles. at this point im on the s**t trying to control my bike, furious, red banks of rage fill me. i come off, forced off at the next slip road, and i slow go around the roundabout and get back on the motorway, in need of a change of underwear. so i crank it up, just wanting to get home, and what do i see, the same merc clk weaving all over the road being a danger to all, the mist descends, i dropped down 2 gears and really crank it up, 14 000 rpm red line, 5th gear, 6th gear 230 kph, 240 kph, i stick my leg out, and take of the bas****s wing mirror, then disappear into the horizon.yes petty, yes dangerous, and yes the bugger in the car probably has no idea why this happened to him.but it made me feel good after, and still does