Maybe it's just me...

... But I absolutely love riding through heavy traffic -- the heavier the better. There's something unbelievably liberating about passing all those gridlocked cars on my humble bicycle. I get a special kick out of passing a car that looks like the owner has spent a lot of money on the ability to go really really fast, and they're just as stuck as the rest of them. My playground is usually (but not limited to) the Sundale Bridge between Surfers Paradise and Southport -- 5.20pm on weekdays.

After six years riding this route (with a year off when I was working in Coolangatta), most of the regulars on that bridge have meekly accepted my superiority after watching me glide past effortlessly countless times. Occasionally, however, there is someone who is of sufficient mental instability to get upset over something as trivial as being passed by a bicycle (you'd think they'd be used to it by now). Today it was some moron in a ute. Of course, I had anticipated his attempts to cut me off long before he'd decided to do it, and when the time came, I had changed lanes and was passing on the other side in acres of space. By the time he impotently shouted his series of expletives, I was long gone, and already laughing at the pointlessness of his efforts.

Really, if people like this are so jealous of my immunity to traffic, perhaps they should hop on a bike and try it for themselves.