Sadly this is true - and I'm a cyclist too.
The other week I found myself stopped at a set of lights on the Old Kent Road. A well to do woman with a basket on the front of her bike rode off the pavement, waggled her way unsteadily between myself and the car next to me and sailed through the red light.

Two hundred yards later, I overtook her only to stop at another red. She did the same thing again.

Third time I went past, made eye contact and said "red lights exist for a reason you know". She looked back at me with an expression of utter bafflement, but the hint was taken and she remained behind me at the third set of lights.

I'm re-educating from the inside, one cyclist at a time.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Mon 16 Apr 2012, 16:17, 2 replies)

This
is the right thing to do, and is what I would have done.
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Mon 16 Apr 2012, 18:44, closed)

I like this.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 17 Apr 2012, 12:06, closed)