Lionel Shriver Lionel Shriver

You can’t possibly hate cyclists more than we hate each other

issue 15 December 2018

I’ve cycled for primary transportation for 53 years. Accordingly, I’m not naive about the degree of resentment — nay, loathing — that the general population harbours towards what I’m reluctant to dub the ‘cycling community’, since no group of people behaves less like brethren. You may hate cyclists, but you can’t possibly hate cyclists more than they hate each other.

Nevertheless, ever since pedal-pushers in London have multiplied by a factor of a bazillion in the past few years, numerous of my encounters in traffic have entailed a degree of incendiary rage that takes even this cynical veteran of the cycling wars aback. All these incidents, if you can call them that, have conformed to the same pattern. No one’s right of way was impeded; indeed, no road user was faintly inconvenienced. No life or limb was imperilled. The offended party had absolutely no reason to care. In sum, the triggers for these episodes didn’t matter.

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