A small number of band members and myself were in the police Band mini bus, traveling to a kindergarten for an afternoon performance. A large white van, traveling well over the speed limit, pulled alongside the minibus and the driver pulled out a book with a pornographic cover, and, with a maniacal grin, pointed at the book and then at himself. He leaned out of the van and proceeded to make many complicated and obscene hand and finger signals at the bus. He started to swerve and speed up, almost running the minibus off the road. Inside the bus, Thomas instructed everyone to ‘look away—he just wants our attention, so let’s not give it to him’. Alana told Thomas to get on the radio ‘to call the traffic police’. Thomas picked up the radio, pressed a few buttons, waited, pressed a few more, and then hung up the radio in frustration. He said, ‘It’s no good. I don’t know how to work it. Does anyone here?’ Nobody did. Thomas picked up the radio again and spoke into it: ‘Hello, Mum? There’s some guy chasing us down the road, what do we do?’ Everyone in the bus broke into laughter, and we watched the white van speed off down the road. (Fieldnotes)