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Now that cyclists have the support of the environmental lobby and they’ve also got more and more of those little lanes with pictures of pushbikes on, cyclists are very full of themselves. It seems that owning a pair of silly shorts and a pointy helmet like the Green Goblin means that you are single-handedly preventing the heat death of the planet.

Unfortunately for the rest of us, it also means that you are gripped by an arrogance unheard of since the last days of the Hellfire Club. Cyclists now break every law known to man, except possibly playing football on a Sunday and not owning a falcon. They ride on pavements. They ride the wrong way down one-way streets. They fail to ring their tinkly dinkly bells when they are hurtling towards you. And they get violent when you challenge them. Which actually isn’t that bad, because bikes nowadays are so easy to ride, with all those gears and so on, that cyclists are not as muscular as they used to be, and a puppy could have most of them.