Few years back I ran into a large mob on a windey road up in the hills out of Perth....setting a leisurely pace while talking to one another...
Behind them were banked up me, cars, trucks, a Winnebago, a Road Train.....with double lines for miles making passing illegal and (near) impossible.....
I lost it and crossed the double lines and blasted past them, rather surprised at the fists being shook after me (didnt understand why)....
Next day I read about the success of the Charity Cycle Ride sponsored by WA Police...... and cringed in fear for a week. Obviously there's no room for a pencil in those tight pants...heh, heh
