No helmet under my arm, no riding boots clicking as i walk to my suite. No leather jacket. First time in a long while i took public transport today, as i plan on getting very drunk later. One of my workmates notices the lack of riding gear. "Oh, you decided you didn't want to die today, ay?" It took me all i had to not to make HIM die today. What the **** is up with cagers and their ***ed up comments? And i've been in the car with this guy twice. Both times he nearly got us killed (running a red, steering off the road in the Royal National Park.) But yet the cagers feel the need to justify we're organ donors.