You come to expect the unusual when you immerse yourself in a plague of idiots. Todays episode involved a freaker in a black ute that took exception to being held up for a mere 30m. He deliberately swerved into my lane, horn blaring, as if to make some kind of point. Wish I knew what it was.

At the end of the day I can remain calm because I've seen it all. I've been riding in dense traffic all my life and nothing gives me a cack like the antics of certain car drivers. And I can usually tell when things are going to go wrong before they end in tragedy, and that means I've got time to arrange a 'soft' impact or avoid trouble altogether.