Following on from last month's message that maybe drivers aren't as bad as we often make out, our Editor decides to try and alienate the readership further, by suggesting that maybe we cyclists really aren't as saintly we think...

For the first time ever I shouted at a fellow cyclist a couple of weeks ago. It wasn't a berating, angry, confrontationl yell; more a despairing, 'here-we-go-again', realisation of a generally held view. I had rolled up to a set of traffic lights, diligently observing the lights as they changed from green to red. There were three other cyclists on the roads into the crossroads (I kid you not, it could he been a perfect scene).

The rider directly opposite me dismounted and walked across on the green man to get to the other side before carrying on his way. This I have no problem with. I maintain my place in the traffic flow as a way of registering my status as part of the traffic, rather than a pedestrian on wheels, but each to their own.

The other two cyclists, as soon as the green man showed, however, set off on wheels, negotiating their way around those crossing. At this I merely shook my head, showing my displeasure to the traffic behind so that they understood... I knew their pain and anger...

Unfortunately one of the pieces of traffic behind me was another cyclist, who had clearly been riding at pace around the stationary queue, and shot past me turning right. And I couldn't help it. An arm was raised aloft and, "Oh come on!" escaped my lips at the boldly illegal manouevre.