A lot of my mates are keen cyclists, the sort who have bikes worth more than my house, wear all the clobber and go on 100 mile rides up vertical hills that mountain goats would struggle with.
I estimate that a good 90% of them have had a serious accident in which they've broken bones, the majority of which weren't their fault. They tend to be really careful with the bikes being so valuable, it's the knobs with bicycle clips in shirts and pants riding womens folding bikes who tend to jump traffic light, nip on the pavement, ride in the centre of the road and all round ignore the highway code.
On the school run I saw one bloke actually ride straight through a zebra crossing whilst the lollipop man was stood in the middle seeing the kids across the road. One parent, who's child was nearly taken out took particular umbrage and chased the clown before performing a clothes line manoeuvre that the Undertaker would have been proud of. The parent had to be restrained but the self righteous dick on the Raleigh Shopper didn't think he'd done anything wrong. Despite the uproar he was threatening to call the old bill until the lollipop man got involved and pointed out he was lucky he'd not had a good twatting.