Tonight on my way home, on the M5 exit just past the Sydney Airport tunnel, I ran over a brick. I didn't actually see the brick, but I sure bloody felt it. I just about shat one out as I hit, had a wobble, and exclaimed in my head what the frack was that as I straightened up.
Nowhere to stop, that overpass dives straight into another tunnel so I just kept going. My arms are still connected. My bum is still dry. My tyres still have air in them. I resurface at the next exit and pull into the servo at Tempe. It was definitely a clink, not a clunk, it sounded like a brick. A quick inspection and there is no apparent damage.
Very impressed by how the Bev handled that. A lesser machine would have left a smear of me along General Holmes Drive. Now safe on my sofa, in my trackies, a glass of Barossa Shiraz. Be careful out there peeps.
Watch out for bricks.