It started out as a simple driving manoeuvre and escalated into a vile, running harassment down two or three blocks of Cameron Road. I emerged from 1^st Avenue after giving way to a car. I noticed a cyclist between 75 and 100m back up the road. I thought I had ample time to make a safe turn onto Cameron Road.

When I stopped at the next traffic lights, there he was. Wall-to-wall lycra, red-faced and drooling vitriol. The full loud, rude, aggrieved and self-entitled cyclist, gesturing, abusing and generally unpleasant. I certainly didn't think I had driven within cooee of him – an accident was never a likelihood.

So I drive on and at the next set of lights, he's there again to have another crack. 'See I can ride at 50 to 60km down Cameron Road and you're driving a big heap of metal.” More nodding, more arm waving, more ‘bloody idiot' impressions.

This guy didn't do the cause of cyclists any good. And for that matter, cycle down Cameron Road at 60km right on peak time at your own peril my friend.

I Goldsmith, Bureta.