So I had a bit of a foible last night. I was cruising round town as you do. I experienced my first taste of cage rage. (A young P Plater and a couple of mates gobbing off.) I Just laughed and rode away, that's was all good. I was cruising up a back street (80KM/h) when I noticed a dark "blip" around a reflector further up the road. Luckily I slowed down as a ginormous husky came out of the darkness and stood there grinning at me with his tail going a million miles an hour. I am surprised I didnt panic, I progressively applied both brakes and was able to ride around the animal, then the cheeky bugger thought it was a game and chased me up the road! So I gassed it and got out of there, checking the mirror I saw he had given up by the next driveway thankfully. A funnier note to the night, I was stopped at the lights and a cager had pulled up extremely close to me, by close I mean there wasn't much between my leathers and his duco. I happened to fart.....I think the smell must've drifted in through the open window, because as the lights went green I heard the doof doof go quiet and someone say "Who the f&%k did that?! Thats sick!" Amoungst other expletives, I was laughing under my helmet as I rode away up the side street, no way was I going to hang around for a second dose of cage rage after that!