Lovely ride in today. Really sunny and dry, and my legs were having a fast morning. Then I had a dust cart turn right on a red when I was half way across the junction. He wasn't even waiting to turn right -he was behind the line and behind another car that had crossed the line on red. Fortunately I heard him pull off before I could see him. Then there's Bristol Street. 3 lanes of fast moving traffic. You have to take the middle of the inside lane to stop everyone passing close. But you still get a few who, despite having to wait for a gap in the middle lane, still pass as close as they can and then cut in. It's as if they think they're teaching you a lesson. This morning there were three of them, and enough of a spread to show that the idiots come from all groups. A ned in a Nova with a hole in his exhaust, a family man in a Picasso, and an older bloke in a faceless Korean thing. But I'm still alive, and they're not going to stop me. I love my commute.