I live in what passes, by Lancashire/Merseyside border standards as a 'rural area'. There have been cyclists in the local lanes for all of the 40 years I've lived here. They've never been a problem until the last few years.
Now there are seemingly millions of them. Although there are some that are clearly family groups and some that are clearly very competent/experienced, the bulk seem to be from that same group of 30/40 something males who have got to the stage in life where they can dedicate a bit of cash to a hobby. (And we all here know what a pain in the arse that type can be!)
And the latest craze is?
They are all over the roads on their 'tourers' or whatever. I was confronted with about six of them this morning all too busy chatting ( no doubt about the relative merits of differing bottom brackets or somesuch) to notice that they were allowing legally parked vehicles to force their three wide 'pillokton' over the white line, in direct confrontation with Moi... already part way past another line of legally parked vehicles and travelling in the opposite direction.. I stopped and waited. Not much else to do really. I did give the merest and least aggressive beep I could on my horn. Just to let them know I was there you understand. (Only legal purpose for using the horn IIRC) Mercifully they missed me and went on their merry way.
It is this sudden increase in the popularity of cycling which is causng all the problems. Any old numpty can buy a bike and set off.
When I was a lad there were many fewer cars and many more cyclists. We not only had cycling proficiency classes etc., but in my school, you needed a permit to be allowed to go to school on your bike. Said permit was withdrawn and your bike 'impounded' (In the Tennis Courts) if it was found to be unsafe.
Sadly, the exponential increase in cycling has also resulted in canal towpaths, footpaths of all descriptions, National Parks, mountains, lakesides and even beaches being overrun with the bloody things. Even my local woodland is now a hell hole where some idiot on a 'mountain bike' is liable to emerge from the bushes at head height immediately in front of me with a a shout of 'thanks mate!', as I step back involuntarily in a cross between self preservation and shock.
Is nowhere sacred?
And don't give me all that 'fitness' bollocks.
If you want to get fit, get out of your car, off your bike, off your arse, onto your feet and walk, or run.
It's cheaper. And far less annoying.
Rant over.
Mull