A grey morning, poor visibility, wet roads. Just what I need, first moron of the month — the lady in the blue Ford Falcon wagon (registration ###-###), she sits beside me at the lights SMSing on her phone, then when the lights go green drives off, eyes still firmly on the phone in her lap as she veers into my lane towards me. I point at her and shout out, “Put the phone down!” she looks shocked, she points at herself and shrugs. “What have I done?” her expression asks as she drives off…

It must have been something about the weather though; nearly home this evening, riding along in the cold and dark and rain, if anyone should be in a bad mood I’d think it would be the cyclist and not the motorist ensconced in their heated 4WD. With no traffic heading in the opposite direction the driver of the black 4WD, ###-###, couldn’t possibly pull out to overtake me, choosing instead to skim past inches from my shoulder and blasting on the horn as they did so.