Bicyclists. I drive a a 4,550 pound mostly metal truck, you drive a 20 pound composite bicycle. We do not share the road, you do not have right of way, and you can keep your hand signals to yourself. Instead use those hands to steer your arse over to the curb and out of my way. Tight fitting pants and helmets are meant for Olympians, not Brad down the street who just joined a bicycle club with his besties and likes to hog the road while riding to their favorite craft brewery to try the new Pumpkin Stout. Take your air pumps, Oakley wraps, earbuds, spare tubes, thick calves, Camelbacks, Power Bars, energy drinks, vegan personalities, and pedal yourself straight to the sun.