A nice night for the first projectile of the year

Perhaps a strange title this evening, but it seemed like an apt description of last night's ride. Someone threw a fast food container at me and missed (well, Queenslanders aren't known for their competence). Not normally a noteworthy event on the Gold Coast, except that it was the first one for the year -- in May! It hasn't taken that long since 2001. At first there was a mild disappointment that I allowed it to distract me and failed to get some registration details, but these days I'm too cynical to expect much to come of it. In anycase, I found some hills a bit later on and that always makes me feel better.
I suppose the one good point was that it happened closer to here...

... than to here.

It wasn't long after this that the sun went down, and the wind picked up as I headed down Currumbin Valley in the darkness, in an increasingly deserted atmosphere. IBy now the incident had been completely forgotten as I enjoyed an inspiringly windy evening. Indeed, it came as something of a surprise to encounter someone asking for directions to Murwillumbah. Giving the directions was easy enough, but just what he was expecting to find open down there, I have no idea.