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Sunday 8 November 2015

I Hate Cyclists

So I was running yesterday and this happened,

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I think it would have been okay if Wanker Dickhead Cyclist had apologised. Instead, he did this,

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No worries dude, just a few large bruises, a scratch on the eye and a broken thumb, nothing too serious.

I hate cyclists when I’m driving.

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And before people tell me I’m a crap driver, I drove for three years in Dubai and eight years in Australia, with my only incident involving hitting a mailbox when I was on my L plates (dented my lovely car and gave my Mum a fright, not good). THREE YEARS in the drunken autobahn that is Sheikh Zayed Road and the UAE in general, with no accidents.

So please, brother, I’ve earned my stripes on this one. I am a competent driver.

But when you (a) Hold onto my side mirror to gain speed (b) Drive around a corner against traffic (c) Run stop signs (d) cycle 40km/hr on icy roads and my favourite (e) speed between two moving lorries, you’re in trouble, and it horrifies me to watch you.

I hate cyclists when I’m a pedestrian.

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And I hate cyclists when I’m a cyclist.

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Yes people, I am myself a cyclist. And besides myself and the responsible minority, the rest of you are a bunch of rude jerks.

You think you’re brave, Spandex-clad champions of environmental stewardship? Puh-lease.

Stop terrorising everyone else on multi-use paths, apologise when you knock someone over and go slower in parks (there are little children and cute dogs there, you selfish prick).

My thumb hurts now.

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