Lots of Hell-yes here
I can just about cope with cyclists on pavements. What I loathe is certain cyclists' use of their brake as a bell. Few things give me that warm stabby feeling like walking along a pavement, only for some cock on a bike to come hurtling up behind me and, rather than slow down and say "Excuse me" (or even, y'know, use the fucking road), instead screech his brakes. I hate the whole implication that I'm in the wrong, like I've just sprouted from the ground unexpectedly in front of him like some sort of twat-shaped cactus.

Non-indicating bastards can piss off too. I dread to think how much of my life I've wasted sitting at a roundabout, expecting the oncoming car to go straight across and instead to turn left. Admittedly I'd probably be spending that extra time watching You've Been Framed or annoying the cat, but it's the principle of the whole thing.

N.B. I'm probably a bloody awful pedestrian too.
(costas, Sun 3 Apr 2011, 21:56, Reply)