They demand consideration from all quarters and we give them cycleways, cycle lanes and we let them share our tracks and footpaths.

So where's the love from them?

I am sick to death of jogging and being scared clean out of my Asics by cyclists sneaking up behind me on the Daisy Hardwick without so much as a verbal warning or a polite ring of the bell.

No, they don't have bells, because, as a dealer told me, serious cyclists won't use bells. They aren't cool.

And they don't ride by, they fly by. The Daisy is not a walking track or a running track anymore, it's a criterium racing track. It's simple guys – we can live together if you slow down, stay left and perhaps smile.

We may even get to like cyclists. Maybe?

Then walking to work the other morning I had to step off the footpath and into the allocated cycle lane so two cyclists riding abreast towards me could pass by. What's that about? Where has common courtesy gone?

I was exercising too but its seems lycra gives you a licence.

I had to deal with oncoming traffic in their cycle lane while they continued their conversation on my footpath. Enough!

And why are cyclists immune to traffic lights? To them green, orange and red all mean varying degrees of ‘go'. Tooting or remonstrating only attracts a single digit gesture or a sullen look of self entitlement. Is there a courtesy school for cyclists?

S Smith, Otumoetai.