I'll preface this post by saying that some mornings my girlfriend and I take the same route toward work at the same time, due to finishing at different times of the day making it a bit hard to take one car. That means that usually she and I are fairly close by to each other. That makes THIS story a little interesting from my perspective. So yesterday morning on the way to work (in the car) I was merging onto the motorway (at 40kph with traffic banked back, as it IS QLD after all). I get into the lane in front of a sizeable truck. I check over my shoulder and in my side mirror, and see that I've got some pretty hefty space in the right lane (which always travels at around 60-70kph) so I launch into that lane with my indicator making a brief appearance. As I get about halfway across (and accelerating hard as I don't waste time) I hear the unmistakable high pitched toot of a motorcycle horn. My heart sank as I knew exactly what I'd done. I f**king SMIDSY'd someone. My instant reaction was to floor the shit out of it as braking to move back into the left lane COULD have seen the bike rear end me (I still hadn't SEEN the bike yet, only heard the horn). I drive a small turbo hatch so "flooring the shit out of it" gets me out of the way sharpish. Before I know it, I've got this guy on my rear drivers side quarter, right up my clacker. It's an older guy on a cruiser style bike (didn't pay attention to the make/model). As soon as I've seen he's alright I've wound down the window (still in his lane with him behind me) and stuck my hand out the window in the only "SORRY MATE" way I know how. When I get space I get into the left lane and slow down a bit with my window down to have another go at apologising to this guy, which I do. For a good 10 seconds he just looks at me and shakes his head with this disgusted look on his face. I hated it and I couldn't have felt worse. That's when my phone rang. I busted out my hands free kit and lo-n-behold it was the missus. She'd seen the entire thing unfold from the onramp (which is down a hill so she got something of a birds eye view). The first thing she says is something along the lines of "How much of a f**khead is that motorbike guy?" I enquire further.. Apparently this guy had been splitting at speed. The car that I saw in my rear view mirror when I headchecked was apparently in this guys way so he'd ducked in behind the truck at what I assume was the instant I head/mirror checked. I moved out and he'd swung back into the right lane (no indicator, well faster than the traffic around him) and despite me moving out into the lane with plenty of notice, he had actually purposefully continued straight up behind me with the intention of tailgating me. I told my missus what I saw and she was adamant that the guy was riding like a douche bag and apparently she sees him regularly on her way to work. By this time I'd gotten off the motorway but I instantly felt a lot better. I didn't SMIDSY out of lazyness, inattentiveness, blah blah blah. I'd done it because (as per eye witness indication) the other party had seemingly very little interest in self preservation. Anyway, I thought I'd share my story. I know I stand a big chance of getting flamed but honestly I don't care. I ride to work more than I drive and I never get SMIDSY'd because of reasons outlined in another thread. Peace out guys, ride safe.