Justice

Seen to be done.

Early this morning, cranking my way up a long steep hill, I was passed - way too close, way too fast - by an idiot in a bronze Mercedes coupe.

Literally less than half-a-mile later, I came across the same Mercedes, stopped in a lay-by with the driver by the side of the road, being given a ticket by a traffic cop with a speed-gun.

I briefly considered a Paolo Bettini-style rifle celebration, but contented myself with a broad grin instead.