LOL @ all you idiots sharing your concern over cyclists. Fuck 'em.
You see, I'm a rider. My skills are incapable of being constrained by your nanny-state rules. I'm looooong gone by the time any of you fatties can claw your way out of your nine year old, off-brown Hyundai's to screech at me with the three spittle tinged school-yard expletives you remember. I can stop traffic with a stare at the same time I'm arousing your wife with my spandex enshrined glutes of peace. I ride unencumbered through intersections with a gleam in my eye, enjoying the breeze in my hair, while you nearly faint from the panic of hoping you can (unlike the decades lost control of your sphincter) still control your braking foot with what's left of your McFlurry addled brain. While you're rushing home to your children who hate you, I'm out for a ride on a bike forged by the will of God's.