I'm sick of them running stop signs and red lights when they deem the coast is clear.
They are very selective as to which laws they choose to obey and those they scoff at.
I can't walk the pedestrian paths in our city without constantly looking over my shoulder for some "Lance Armstrong wannabe" hurtling towards me, bent over their handlebars, pumping to the music eminating from their MP3 players stuck in their ears.
I've been clipped twice by these speedsters and they've blamed me for getting in their way.
We have a few of those around here, but in general the bikers are pretty good. I always run to the far right next to the grass with the dog in front of me or on the grass.