WTF was up with that psychotic moron magpie just south of Uki on today's ride? I must have squirted this **** with half a bottle of water, and he still came back -- a kilometre later! The bastard didn't aim at my helmet, but my neck -- I've got a nice little cut to show for it. That's bad when you're trying to protect some road rash on your shoulder!
I've never said this about any animal before, but I hope this little tosspot has an unfortunate encounter with a cane toad in the very near future!