Bicycles

People who ride bicycles are assholes. On the asshole scale, they're only slightly less offensive than people who park right in front of the convenience-store door, where there are no parking spaces but an apparent entitlement exists granting them dispensation to occupy that real estate and inconvenience the people who park in designated spots.
In a similar vein, bicyclists evidently believe that they're entitled to the paths in the woods where I run. Come to think of it, they also appear to think that they are entitled to ride out in the middle of the fucking road. Either that or they think spandex is some kind of armor plating that will shield them from harm. Because they apparently feel entitled to wear such clothing, too, and is there any reason to other than it affords them protection and the opportunity to be an asshole? Especially in their yellow Lance Armstrong jerseys.
Now, my son rides a bike, and he's not an asshole. But, then again, we've taught him to be mannered and we haven't instilled a sense of entitlement into him because he can ride a bike. So he's like the exception that proves the rule, whatever that means. And he better not ever park his bike in front of the convenience-store door, where, obviously, he would have to watch out for the jerk-offs parking their cars there already.