Coming back from Terrey Hils today on the Scalpel, I was approaching a merge point where it goes from 3 to 2 lanes. I had a couple of roadies behind me, and about 75m back I saw a Merc approaching. I'd have been doing 35-40 km/hr on a slight decline.
I could see how the timing was going to play out, I'd have to jam on the brakes hard to avoid a sideswipe so I indicated with my arm out 90 degrees and moved over early to take the lane.
5 seconds or so later the Merc just stood on the horn and skimmed me with less than 30cm to spare. He had a full empty lane next to him
And then they got caught at the lights.
So I asked them what that was for and trophy wife was mouthing something. Wouldn't wind down the window, so couldn't hear a thing they were saying. The 10 years-older husband was busy giving me the finger. Trophy wife turned and told him to settle down.
It's not only bogans.