So, this morning's commute was a little more entertaining than the usual near misses. I just happened to have pics of the spot from a previous diesel incident. I come up nice slightly uphill sweeping right hander to a mini roundabout. No problem, look to the right and a Land Cruiser is approaching the roundabout. I could have gunned it and got through no problem, but thought 'hey, it's been a good morning, been a good ride, no rush'. So I let him go. I'm that close to the roundabout and slowing he's got to see me right? He turns right and I follow through behind him. Now this is a single lane that leads to a larger roundabout with a double lane entry. That roundabout is here: So I follow Landy thinking whichever lane he takes at the next roundabout i'll take the other, slip up his inside/outside, flip left / right through the roundabout and i'm gone. Landy finally chooses the left lane. So I move right, cruise up alongside, check right, still all clear, I've tipped left on entry, flicked over for the right. Only Mr Landy doesn't believe in keeping left. Apparently Landy's can just charge for the apex in front of them and cut the corner. Faaaaaaaaaaaaaark! So we're both heading for the apex, i'm tipped over, i'm breathing in - that's gotta make the bike narrower, surely? I'm nearly on the kerb in all the crap, not comfortable, gotta stand the bike up a bit. So I do, and rest my elbow and shoulder on the Landy's passenger door as we round the apex, literally inches from the kerb. I'm comfortable now at this stage to introduce Mr Kevlar to Mr Landy. Twice. Finally Landy decides he's cut one corner he can just straighten out now and cut the other side. Thankfully. He aims for the inside lane straight away and gives me some breathing space just past the apex. Now Landy must have heard something by way of my introduction and I can see him finally peering in his side mirror and thinking "Oh look, a motorcycle, he's close'. What followed was a rather irate Lionz attempting to educate Landy on the fly as to correct road positioning for a roundabout. To which Mr Landy thought the best response was a two fingered wave as he carried on barrelling his 5 ton truck down the road. That, unfortunately did not seem to be the gesture Mr Lionz wanted, nor appreciated. Mr Landy was then educated in person at the next available set of red lights much to the surprise of Mr and Mrs Commuter who had obviously missed out on the fun part.