just thought i would share an amusing anecdote from my weekend past. sent my sister up the coast to our parents place in nambour/burnside last weekend with all my textbooks/photography stuff (the heavy shit) in the car so i could have a pleasant saturday riding from work to the train, then get to nambour station and ride to parents place, around 7pm. the main street of nambour is 2 lanes, i was lit up like a christmas tree, and almost at the end of the long but steady hill to get to right turn at the lights near the KFC... this white van has been sitting inches away from my rear wheel since i changed into the rightmost lane, not bothering to move into the left lane which is empty and go around me. just at the top of the hill, van moves into the left lane, and a rather obese man smoking a cigarette with big fat wife next to him doing the same pokes his big fat head out of the window, his multiple chins wobbling and offers me some sterling advice: "great way to get yourself killed, love." i almost fell off my bike i was laughing so hard.