I am a cyclist and I can’t stand cyclists. I fear them, and I am often moved to fury by the way they behave, though I should stress that I am not perfect myself. I hate, with a red-mist fury, the cyclists I see daily riding fast across pedestrian crossings or through red lights. I sometimes chase them and catch them to give them a piece of my mind — wheezing as I do so — and pointing out that it is perfectly possible to move fast without jumping red lights, or I wouldn’t have caught up with them. TheNightly...