Freakin' get out of bed.

There was this one time this morning, when I got out of bed very, very late. Getting out of bed late has the unfortunate consequence of dealing with totally increased traffic all over the shop.

We live in a totally sleepy suburb, but just along the way is the ports, where all the big trucks chuck items onto all the big ships and come close to 9am traffic gets all craziness. Its only for a kilometre and then my trip clears up and it's smooth sailing all the way.
So, coming out from my street I could see that traffic was backed up craziness so I snuck into a spot. After waiting for a while, it seemed like we were only moving a metre or so each light change. I whipped out in the free moving lane and noticed cars were going around a truck. I thought it had broken down, but it wasn't until I and everyone turned in front of him that he was actually waiting for enough room, and going ballistic at everyone. Freakin' chaos.

I was trapped with a few other cars in the intersection and there were trucks everywhere, and beeping and yelling and not moving and all sorts of fun. I was feeling a bit exposed on my motorbike so I snuck onto the footpath to get right out of the way - I've always wanted to do that. Wahoooo!! I imagine all the truck drivers were chearing for me like they do at the end of every schmaltzy American romantic comedy where the dude has to get across town to stop the chick leaving forever.

It was pretty fun riding on this path, it hasn't been used by anyone for decades because it's all factories and paddocks. I did feel a bit guilty, I was passing a crazy amount of cars (all cheering for me I'm sure) and I totally got past the craziness. Go me! I was about to set off into the smooth sailing sector when I was busted by the police. I received two fines, one for riding on the footpath and one for not updating my rego sticker for 3 years.

I was standing there waiting for the dude to write out the ticket and trying to figure out how many hundreds of dollars it was going to be and how many points I might have left. Everyone totally gawks, I'm sure that's the worse part of the whole thing. Anyway, the tickets were nothing like I was expecting, like $52 and $70 and no demerit points, and the cars and trucks I was hangin' with earlier still hadn't passed yet. Whoa!

So, I totally learned my lesson, freakin get out of bed you lazy bum!
What I did realise though, during the remainder of my motorbiking was how many little laws I break every trip. Getting a speeding ticket on a bike is almost unheard of, you technically aren't supposed to share lanes with other vehicles so riding between cars to the front of the lights is actually against the law. It seems there are laws, then there are laws that just aren't enforced for bikes, it's weird.

I do realise that lots of people have a lot of concern for motorbike riders and I am actually a very defensive rider, I simply can't afford to have an accident. I see a lot of weekend bike dudes doing silly, silly things and you know, that they have to have an accident before they understand... it's a shame.