Here we go again. On my way to work this morning I have to wait at a very busy dual carriageway. The pedestrian lights turn red, the motorists slow to a halt but the small group of pedestrians doesn't cross. We stand fidgeting nervously because a new, ominous factor has entered the scene - a cyclist.
Or rather two cyclists, who in the brief glimpse I had of them, appeared to be a father and son team. Dad looks to be in his thirties and sonny about seven or eight. We hesitate - are they going to stop ? It's perfectly clear that they should but, no, dad sails through the red light followed by his pride and joy.
Perhaps one day when junior gets torn to pieces by an irate group of walkers whose collective patience has finally reached it's limits or he is pulverised into strawberry jam by some blameless motorist he'll think back and thank Daddy for showing him how big people ride bikes in the real world.