On Sunday Mr Kazbah's bike club was asked to ride formation for one of the members who was getting married. So picture this, 8 Hayabusas, 1 R1 and a GSXR1400 heading off to the church. The R1 was ridden by the groom - quite a sight in his shirt, tie and vest with nine of us following. Did the whole church thing and then jumped back on the bikes to lead the wedding cars to Picton.
On the freeway Mr Kazbah and I were coming up on a ute in the right lane (we were in the left lane - luckly). I noticed that he had a, wait for it, kitchen sink complete with cabinet unseured on the back. I had just hit hubby on the shoulder and pointed cos I was sure the thing was going to let loose and sure as shite the bloody thing lifted clean off the ute, flew through the air and landed right beside us, smashing into pieces when it hit. Luckly we swerved and missed it and the bike behind us did the same, cant say the same for the driver of a little Mazda who had been traveling in the right lane behind the ute, he hit the sink full on.... The bloody ute driver didnt even know he'd lost the load until we rode up beside him and yelled a few obsenities at him....
Prat coulda killed us, all because he was too bloody lazy to tie his load down. A couple of the boys wanted to stop and have a quiet word with the moron, but thought better of it... We were part of a wedding after all, which coulda turned into a funeral!!!
