Speaking of road blocking exploits...

I'm now the proud owner of multiple nicks and bruises thanks to a friggin clown on a motorbike. He had been moving forward between two lines of cars on Pymble Hill when the gap became to narrow for him to pass. So he just stopped and sat there.

What followed would have been some of the best entertainment commuters had ssen for a while! I spot the tool with about 60m to impact, speed 65kmh, room to manouvre zero. Jam on the breaks ready to do a quick right-left jink into the next little alley way and what happens? Nothin. Faaaark, dew build-up on the rims. Approaching rear quarter of commodore at 60kmh. Correct course and miss commodore by millimetres. Two more cars ahead, jink right, rear starts to squeal, slide, and then (you guessed it) lift!. The front brakes had come to life (as you would expect), only I'm so hard on the pressure that the front wheel locked up and I went A-over-T, stopping about a foot behind the moto-tool. Damage to third party vehicles: nil

Now I can tell you I wasn't seeing the funny side of things, but when a passing car let rip with a klaxxon horn I just lost it! It's an uncomfortable feeling, laughing when your body is trying to make you vomit from deep muscle pain...