Just to get it off my chest since I am still seriously angry about the senselessness of it all. This morning - commuting up Warrigal road - three lanes. I am slowly filtering down the outside slot (between lanes 2 and 3). No fuss...just trickling between stopped cars at walking pace. It starts to get a little tight, so I see a space between between cars and make my way across the stopped traffic to join onto the end of the inner lane line of cars. I am more or less "walking" the bike through a tight squeeze between the front and rear of 2 stopped cars in the line, and am of course concentrating on not scratching anything or anyone. Now...bear in mind that I am about merge into the inside lane and stop behind the last car in line wich is about 1 car length ahead of me on the end of a long cue still stopped at the lights. I get about half the bike out into the lane and am just turning to straighten up when this bloody hero in a new monaro, comes diving up the inside lane, blasting his horns at me, as I am half way out from between the two cars I am squeezing between. I can't do a bloody thing as I am just walking the bike through. I give hime a glare, and continue out and pull up the 10 ft or so behind the last car. Dipshit lays on the horns again, screaming at me that I should "open my bloody eyes" blah blah...and I'm thinking - all this guy had to do was just wait for me to manouver out and simply stop behind me... So I turn the bike off and spin in the seat to give him an eyefull and he's STILL yelling at me. I don't respond except to sit and glare back at him from beneath the helmet, conscious that I don't want appear like a biker nutcase in the traffic, by doing anything close to what I am thinking of doing. Suddenly the idiot tries to intimidate me by lurching the car forward to stop again just a few inches from the bike. A bit more abuse, and I could feel the eyes of all the other drivers on me - waiting for me to react. But ya see...my nice newish bike is of far greater value than the instant thrill of head-butting this ahole through the side windwo of his car, so as the lights change and we move off, I casually proceed with dipshit sitting very close behind me, filter through a few cars to give me some space, look back toward Nonga and give him the "stick this fist up your A*se" sign and leave him stuck back there in the trafic while I continued on my merry way, eventually leaving him for dust. All because HE could'nt deal with me being in that 10 ft space ahead of him in the line of traffic, for the short period that I was. Be careful out there folks. John.