So I was driving in to work this morning at stupid o'clock because I had to perform a firewall replacement out of hours.
Just before I get to work, I blat along an 80 km/h zone. It alternates between two and three lanes and is a dual carriageway. It's Ginninderra Drive. Nice bit of road. Then I peel off that, and drive around the back of the AIS and then I'm all commuted out.
So it's still well and truly dark at stupid o'clock, and as I come over this bit of a hill, decelerating as I approach the bit where you peel off towards the AIS, I spot a fairly decent sized roo standing upright on the side of the road. Not wanting a repeat performance of last time, I further jump on the breaks and slow right down to about 20 km/h or so, and am nearly beside the kangaroo. At this point, Skippy the mental giant that he is, decides it's a good time to cross the road. Fortunately slamming the brakes on at 20 km/h isn't a terribly big deal, and noone was hurt.
You've just got to love how kangaroos seem to like to try and cross the road at the least opportune time. They'll wait until the one car on the entire highway is right in front of them. They must have a liking for being caught in headlights or something.