Still puffed up with post Olympic self importance.
It’s three long months or so since the London Olympics yet there is still no letting up here in the Peak District. You can’t get moved for pack after pack of fat-arsed pedallers done up like C&A mannequins in their Lycra and Chamois leather.
No matter where Mecannylad ventures, you see them; straddling the centre line markings, riding two abreast, sucking out of their hydration feeders and fiddling with their ipods.
Don’t get me wrong – cycling is great ..... you help the planet, you keep fit and you save on taxes... but best of all, you are apparently completely free to ignore the rules of the road that apply to all other highway users.
I hope you all get a bloody double puncture .