Britain’s road users are used to dealing with a nuisance. They’ve had to put up with potholes, speed traps, Boris Johnson, even pink Beetles with headlight lashes; yet even they are struggling to cope in the face of the latest menace – Militant Cyclists.
No, I’m not talking about goatee-bearded students with bad breath flogging the Socialist Worker. I mean the new breed of no-nonsense, single minded cyclo-nuts causing havoc in our towns and cities.
These lycra-clad crackpots are rapidly becoming a real pain in the butt. They are the MWA- MAMIL(middle aged men in lycra) With Attitude
You’ll have seen them around – you can’t miss them in their garish outfits riding expensive brakeless “fixies” at full pelt. Nothing gets in their way: cars, buses, HGVs and especially pedestrians. On the road ,or the pavement(if it suits), they are in charge. The MAMIL make the rules. Stopping at red lights is strictly optional.
If you’re ever driving behind one you’ll remember it. Cycle lane or not they’ll be in the middle of the road, elbows out , hands gripping the latest hi-tech handlebars as if their lives depended on it. More often than not they are weaving all over the road, bum off the saddle, buttocks wobbling like two fluorescent jellies. Either that or they’re undertaking buses at junctions while smoking rolled up copies of the highway code like cuban cigars.
The MAMIL didn’t used to wear helmets – they’re strictly for wimps and scream “VICTIM!!” – but recently they’ve started to. Why? well, because you can fix a camera to a helmet and boy, do they love a camera. The internet is full of their footage of other road users breaking the law. It’s posted under names like Lone Wolf or Cyclo- killer. It’s then e -mailed to local police forces in the hope of a prosecution who just delete it and get on with proper police work like stopping and searching black people.
Nobody is more annoyed by these MAMIL than other cyclists. Considerate folk who abide by the rules of the road and don’t selfishly expect everyone else to look out for them. The militants give all cyclists a bad name and they can only harm the efforts being made to improve cycle safety.
The MAMIL don’t see it that way of course. They are the modern suffragettes prepared to put their bodies on the line and flout the law to make the world sit up and listen. For Emily Davison, the ultimate protest was throwing herself in front of the King’s horse at Epsom; for the militant MAMIL it’s jumping a red at a crossroads straight into the path of a heavy goods vehicle.
You don’t get to where you want to be by appeasing the evil motorist they say. Compromise is for losers. Mendela didn’t get justice for his people by abiding by the law. Like us he broke the rules and wore ridiculously coloured tops.
The MAMIL’s nirvana is the Dutch model, a nation for whom the bike is sacred and is worshipped in a manner befitting a communist dictator. A country where comely maidens in blonde plaits cycle around side-saddle while smoking joints and handing out cheese to grateful tourists.
Strangely, when I visited the Netherlands I saw lots of cyclists but no lycra-clad nutters with cameras scaring the hell out of people. Mind you it was a weekend in Amsterdam so my memories are perhaps not best relied on.
How to deal with this modern urban menace? Well, as the man said, all it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing. Next time you’re out you might spot one of these MAMIL in your offside wing mirror, heading your way after running a red light. If so, please do the decent thing and report them, while avoiding the temptation to open your driver’s door.
2 thoughts on “How to spot a MAMIL in the wild”
You sound like me, off on a rant, and I agree with you. I can be out in the front garden at the weekend and the oh, so serious jelly-men ride past. I say good morning and they ignore me. Ignorant. They must all drive BMWs and Audis, (sorry vicious stereotyping there but the have the same level of tolerance and good manners). Motorcyclists ride past and a cheery wave and some times a stop and a chat. Tractor drivers wave. Not those miserable bastards who ride like Charlie Chaplin coloured by a child with crayons.
A note on the cameras, they use the camera but most of them don’t have lights, excess weight mate slows me down. Yet another advantage of not having any grey matter behind their eyes.
Do they realise everyone thinks they are twats? It became a rant, what a surprise.
Well said John! There’s nothing wrong with a good rant, we need something to whinge about with the Boro doing well *touches wood*