So, For some backwards reason whenever I get on the bike these days the worlds align, the weathers great and absolutely no one gives me any grief including the boys in blue. As soon as I jump in the work car, things turn to chit. Mini Rage.. so, eastern fwy, outbound, about middleborough(ish) Right lane, following another a car at about 104, bit of room and I mean enough to react if something went wrong .. only.. as it had just merged infront of me and pretty well cut me off too, but in a cheeky way not dangerous. A red p plater, in a little white buzz box, comes from the onramp, straight across, across, across.. *holy chit this is going to be close* ive had the mind to know shes still coming, without hesitation, slowing, looking, braking anything.. one swift swervey action.. hit the picks as hard as it can muster as soon as I see her in the second lane, and I swear I still hit her, but there was no bang, didn't even have time to swerve or hit the horn. just hard on the picks.. The absolute closest ive ever had to having an accident without actually colliding with something. No doubt if I was on the bike she would of cleaned me up in one fowl swoop before she even had time to realise or brake.. watched her dart down the fwy, through the tunnel then sit in the left lane at the speed limit. Although I did get a wave once id blasted her on the horn after, and I mean its not like you cant see the thing, big bright blue hilux :/ Ehhh, I hate the world.