Riding through Cranbourne a week ago on my way to somewhere better, and there's a column of traffic up ahead, stopped at the lights. Nothing unsual. Scoot along up the right-hand side (there's an empty right hand turning lane for some added room) and make it to the front. The first car is sitting about 5m back from the lights. How nice I thought. Plenty of room to slip in front there, so I did. Guy in the car at the head of the queue starts going mental: "You're a farkin fark-wit you farkin know that?!! Fark me you fark-wit! Farkin hell you're a fark-wit!!", and pretty much proceeds to repeat this, yelling at the top of his voice non stop, for about a full minute while the light sequence changes so we can go. Of course I did the right thing. Kept one casual eye on him in my mirror while largely pretending I couldn't hear a single thing he was saying. :grin: The guy would've been pretty close to popping a vein. Lights change, and needless to say we take off and some number of seconds I'm over 100m away in front of him without even exceeding the limit. I must've been holding him up from getting a rolling start run-up to the lights or something!