I have noticed a few posts uploaded to Twitter, where the permanently outraged cyclist fraternity like to hang some pop sod out to dry for driving within ten feet of them.
I noticed one from Viine, w.anking into an online frenzy while frothing at the mouth as some van or other passed him by on Oxford St.
There’s a central reservation along most of it, so where the uptight ponce thought the chap was supposed to go was a mystery to me.