I am, of course, referring to anger with one's self, which is what I was feeling this evening. Some imbecile in Surfers Paradise (yes, I know, I shouldn't be riding there with all the idiots in the evenings, put me in the stocks and let fly with the rotten vegetables) makes what I consider to be a deliberate attempt to hit me, forcing me to pull off the save of the century to avoid a collision, and I point-blank fail to write this *******'s details down, even after hearing of the incomptent/aggressive driver database that has just been implemented here in Queensland.

How can I be so stupid?! I'd pulled off the save, all I had to do was pull out the pen and paper I had been carrying for just that purpose! Normally I consider anger to be one of the most useful of all emotions to possess, but tonight it didn't help. I really just don't know what to say.