First up this is a true story but I won't take offence at anyone thinking its bullshit. Riding from Forster (NSW) along Bucketts Way toward Gloucester. Somewhere around Tittatee Creek (yep Tittatee hee hee) I spot what looked like a feral cat about to pounce on a crow that was feeding on a piece of road kill roo. As I'm approaching (slowly I might add, it was a big chunk of roo) a dog comes flying out of nowhere to take a chunk outta the cat, presumably to keep the road kill for himself. Dickhead dog hears me coming but without looking, turns and runs straight into my back wheel and rolls a few times to a stop, then dusts himself off and hobbles into the bush. My first thought is to see if the dog's ok (and maybe or maybe not kick it shitless for scarin the crap outta me). Then I have a sudden thought: Is there a bloody big truck up my arse? Am I the next link in this chain?