This past Saturday I was very close to meeting the same fate that Dion has as I was riding home from a Pastoral Commission meeting on my trusty little Vuka. Suddenly, shortly after I turned into Barry Hertzog road in Linden, my very small mirrors were suddenly filled with a very large Pajero flashing its very bright lights at me.
Since I was barrelling along at 80 (the fastest speed I can wring out of the poor thing) in an attempt to get away from this beast, the road is in a 60 zone, and there was another car next to me in the inside lane, I don't know where this cretin was expecting me to go.
Once he had passed me (in the face of oncoming traffic), his mate in the passenger seat then started waving his sjambok out the window, so I decided that discretion would be the better part of valour and hung back as far as possible.
Still - whip lashes across my face would have made for an interesting sermon illustration on Sunday...