and I'm sure you've never seen a car speed or jump a red light or break any of the rules of the highway code. There are eedjits in/on every mode of transport. Drive/ride like most people might be eedjits and everyone will be a bit safer.
Not sure about the rest of the country these days, but here in London, such a sweeping generalisation is actually fairly accurate. I never really noticed problem cyclists until I moved here, where successive London councils have given them [ok, many of them, not all] some kind of god complex.
Just as an example this morning, the 8 miles driving into work in the dark - 6 with no lights, luminous bits, or anything to be seen in. 4 red light jumps, 1 total **** that rode across a zebra crossing the traffic had stopped for and nearly took out the pedestrian he had no chance of actually seeing because he came from up the inside of a truck! :bang:
this is daily, every journey! Don't get me wrong, there is plenty of idiocy displayed by other road users too, from pedestrians to cars, to taxis, to wagons, but certainly in the case of cyclists and pedestrians, they really are their own worse enemy because they are the ones that will end up most hurt, or worse, dead.
However, the real reason I came to this thread was to relate a cycling story that is supreme in its irony and amusing. A few weeks ago I had collected a car from a customer and was returning to the garage with it. We are based down with the Hampstead and Highgate luvvies, so see a lot of 30, 40 and 50 something year old ladies riding around on the bicycles that belonged to grandad, wicker shopping basket on the front, bohmeian print skirts flying in the breeze. You get the idea. I was driving down a road that is quite horrible for the residents, very narrow, no off street parking and therefore cars packed tightly each side of the road, most with smashed door mirrors. IN front of me is aforementioned tir-dyed skirts riding cyclist. This one was even better than normal - she was wearing a tabbard decrying something about 'cut pollution - ride a bike' or something to that effect. So, between the cars, I was busy polluting her air space while I sat behind her very leaisurely pedalling - BUT, did she move over nearer to the the curb once we got to the bit where there was no parking? Not a chance! She continued to ride down the middle of the road, ensuring I [and the queue of horrible polluting cars that had built up behind me] had no chance of getting past and was up and down between 1st and 2nd gear.... I mean FFS lady, THINK about it! :bang: