Cracking myself up

I was driving south into Canberra this morning after dropping my son at my sister's place, when I passed a handpainted sign that said:

ULYSSES
GET IN
RIGHT
LANE

It wasn't signed Circe, and I don't think there are any Sirens in Watson, but it pays to keep alert.

Back in the real world, the Ulysses motorcycle club is in town for its AGM and there's a huge number of rich old bikers on Goldwings and hogs filling the streets. Like Summernats, which of course I utterly heart, but with better language.


Update: Apparently the Rebels OMCG are hassling the poor old duffers for wearing club colours without having put their enemies in chip fryers or whatever you do to earn your colours these days.

And do those of you who have dabbled in the world of law enforcement just love how I casually dropped in that "OMCG" there?