Yes
folks, it's that time of the year again. Summer has eventually arrived in these
islands but it's been a bit like waiting on a 70-year-old attempting to
complete the final mile of a marathon - it may or may not happen - or will it?
I mean, when we get to around October, Autumn never seems to have existed and
the onset of winter beckons with freezing mornings, midday chills, and possibly
a touch of snow (especially in the Highlands). This year Spring doesn't seem to
have happened; instead it's been week after week of wind, rain, the odd sunny
day, uninvited hail showers, stormy weather, but then a heatwave that
originated in the Sahara. And then the cyclists . . .
I
was in Surrey recently on a weekend business trip. For four days the sun shone,
there were no signs of Spring or the onset of Autumn and it was HOT, bloody HOT
. . . but those two-wheeled nutters were out in force on the busy highways and byways
of central Surrey. We were driving between Dorking and Leatherhead on the A24.
Now on both sides of this very busy dual carriageway there are cycle tracks
especially designed to satisfy the needs of these saddle tramps. It's bad
enough when one has to zigzag in and out between these cycle-heads in a busy
town centre but when they are NOT using the cycle path then one has to conclude
that these people are bicycling on another planet – beware Martians!
So,
what is the mentality of these handlebar bums? One, it's an addiction. They are
addicted to dressing up in that lycra, ultra-skin-tight clothing that shows off
all their bits, and don the most outrageous-looking sunglasses, the latter of
which they wear even when they're cycling through downpours. Excuse me, why?
There's the imbecilic so-called bike helmets. But it's when checking out these
head protectors on-line that I discovered some examples and was drawn particularly
to their names; here are some: Gamechanger helmet, an S-Cension helmet, then
there is the Moventor helmet, and then the Ridge Furnace helmet. Hang on, is
this the real world?
But
it's the attitude of these traffic hoodlums that gets to all of us car drivers.
As we entered Leatherhead, the town centre was quite busy with traffic, but it
was when these tyre-trolls zigzagged in-between parked vehicles at traffic
lights that made the blood boil. They just didn't give a shit about us, we car
owners, who have to fork out hundreds of pounds per year in car tax, insurance,
MOTs, etc. And yet these lycralouts pay absolutely not one single penny to use
and abuse the roads. If anything else they potentially cause accidents between
motor vehicles because we are constantly having to pay attention to their
doltish attitude to all and sundry.
So,
I shall end this rant by highlighting an article that appeared on the front
page of The Mail newspaper on the 17th August, 2017. A person caught the
shocking scenes on her mobile camera when more than 40 cyclists swarmed around
cars on a busy main road in a dangerous new youth craze. The group of
cycle-yobs caused havoc on Chester Road in Birmingham during rush hour. They
rode in the middle of the road at 5mph, slowing down traffic and banging on car
windows. The huge pack of mobile-mutts were seen risking their lives by
blocking off vehicles at slow speed, forcing drivers to swerve around them.
It's believed that the cyclists were following in the 'Bikestormz' phenomenon,
which sees bikers flood roads in large groups.
So there you have
it, these cycle-addicted monsters who are not only just a threat to their own obsessed
personalities but to us normal, down-to-earth human beings, who just want to
reach their destinations safely instead of having to confront such sordid thickness
on two wheels.
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