Once that was sorted, I restored my tire pressures to 30 front and 32 rear from the very dodgy 24/26 to which they had dropped. That makes a hell of a difference in handling, and on these roads, with these drivers, one needs the best performance the bike can deliver. Resolution: Check tire pressures weekly.
It was fortuitous that on this occasion, I did.
On the way home yesterday evening, cruising at around 45, with a bus following me, just after I crossed the bridge on Fletcher road, past Vatuwaqa, a speeding van came around from behind the bus and cut straight in beside me, narrowly avoiding oncoming traffic. A stupid overtaking manoeuvre by a stupid driver. The sort that kills people. The van was was motoring, and it actually touched my elbow as it went past, luckily not enough to throw me, but I was that close to actually hitting the van as it cut in. Only luck and stable tires allowed me to keep control as I swerved to the shoulder and back onto the road behind the van as it passed.
Angry, I chased it. The van was doing almost 80 when I caught it near the Catalina St corner, but it slowed as it came up to the more sedate line of traffic queuing for the Laucala Bay Road intersection. Instead of turning off into Beach Road and home, I followed the van to a dispatch yard in the street opposite the Post Fiji Stadium. There I confronted the driver with some well chosen words about reckless overtaking, speeding and the vulnerability of motorcyclists to fuckwit drivers. I was actually on the point of fisticuffs, but with a major effort at restraint, restricted my attack to invective. It made me feel a little better, but did not seem to arouse any contrition on his part.
The funny bit was another little incident as I rode out of the yard. Two dogs of the snarling bike-chasing variety came charging up to me. Since my doggy prang, I have some fear of dogs on the road as they are even more unpredictable than taxi drivers, and more aggressive, and can easily end up under the wheels. I am chased fairly regularly and it always gives me a bit of a start. Another good reason to keep my tires at the right pressure. Anyway, these two dogs attacked, snarling and yapping. I was moving at only 10 or 15K, but not in a position to accelerate out onto the road away from them. Still angry, and fueled by adrenaline, I just shouted "Feck Off!" Something in my voice must have been quite convincing, because both dogs shut up and sat down quietly, and watched me pass. That made me smile.
Home, bike parked and locked in the cage, I had a cup of tea, and let the stress drain out.
Yesterday I felt road rage such as I have not experienced before. I really could have assaulted that little shit.