Leader of the Opposition and I took a ride up to Toodyay today. Glorious weather, bike on song, my new jacket (courtesy of Dearly Beloved) toasty and comfortable. Up the Toodyay Road -- no cars visible in front, one in the mirror with a big trailer disappearing rapidly behind. Sitting on the speed limit (yes, I was!!) of 100 km/h. Over a small crest and ... bugger me ... three cars all heavily on the anchors, each within spitting distance of the car in front, no more than a hundred metres in front of me! Anchors aweigh!! I'm threshold braking; thanking God for the new Metzelers! Down two gears, matching revs so I don't lock up the back wheel. Squeezing, praying ... watching the bumper of the Magna in front racing towards me. Finally ... finally ... not two metres from the Magna in front of me, the lead car (that caused all the trouble) pulled off the road onto the shoulder (no signal, of course). The cars in front of me began to accelerate away and I started to breathe again (and Dearly Beloved removed her nose from the rear of my helmet ). As I went past the car that had caused the problem -- guess what. He was on the f*#(@ing mobile!! Sometimes I hate people!!!!