Pretty much everyone left shortly after 4pm, so I packed up and left about 4.45.

I really couldn't be bothered sitting stuck in the traffic today.

Just after I left, I saw a chance to get through the traffic some of the way, so I went up as far as I could fit, when I'd normally just wait unless I'm sure I can get the whole way.

I did this again, and anded up behind another bike.

We went up the highway a bit.

We got near a set of lights, and the bike in front of me, instead of going up between the cars, went sideways, across the lanes, and then turned to go down between a couple of lanes, but there wasn't room for him to get back straight again.

I had a look, and I was pretty sure I'd be able to get through, just.

I started going up between the cars, got past 2 or 3, and then when I came to the next ones, they were pretty close, I angled my bike to go above/below the mirrors, but I couldn't angle it enough, so my right mirror just tapped the passenger side mirror of the car on the right, but on the left, my handlebar tapped the driver's side mirror on the car to my left.

There was a bit of a crunch noise, oh well, and I kept going up towards the line. Just after I hit the guy's mirror, he shouted something, but I just ignored him.

I pulled up to the line, and I looked in my left mirror (which was still set properly, the right one was pushed in towards me) where I could see the poofy looking guy. He took off his seatbelt, and opened the car door.

No worries, as soon as he gets a few steps away from his car, I'll just run the red light and leave him behind.

I checked the intersection, it was clear to run, because some idiot drivers had got into the intersection, and there wasn't room for them to get out again, so no one was going anywhere, I could have ridden between them.

Just as I was about to run the red light, it went green, cool. I started to go across the intersection, to go in front of one idiot stuck in the middle of the intersection, and without looking, he starts to move to try to get out of the intersection.

I swore at him, then I had to go sideways across the intersection, around the back of him, and back across to the lane I was trying to head into.

I pushed my way through the traffic for a bit, trying to make sure I could get a bit of distance from the dope who's mirror I bumped. I wouldn't really care if he came up to me, I'd just give him a mouthfull, or a mouthfull of glove, but I can't really be bothered, I just want to go home.

A few minutes later I was able to squeeze through, and leave most of the crap of drivers who want to go 30 km/h behind.

That guy had no hope of catching me now.

The rest of the trip was pretty much uneventful, the batteries in my mp3 player ran out just before I got on the freeway, and the first few kilometres of the freeway were like they were last week, stuck in second gear, and even stopping, only to find it's just caused by stupid people that can't drive.

I spent the night configuring the machine I started yesterday, and went to bed about 3am.