Dear Irish based Cyclist.

That yoke I am sitting in is a mobility scooter for people with disabilities/walking difficulties. You are supposed to be on the road or on the cycle path – I am on the footpath.

When I cross the road and the man is green and beeps go or indeed am on a pedestrianised road (Henry Street in particular) you are not supposed to be cycling.

Do not be surprised when this disabled woman unleashes the wrath of Jehovah upon you as you try to pull a fast one and evade traffic lights to mount footpath as I am trying to cross the road.

The yoke I’m in is rather big and awkward, It can’t bend around you. I will go for you in it the next time. I don’t care what damage I do to either of us.

GOOMFWYE** You have been warned.

(Next week it will be Dear Irish based Pedestrian…)

Maman Poulet.

* OK so I don’t hate all cyclists…don’t start on me for generalising
** New acronmyn for submision to Oxford English Dictionary. Get Out Of My Fucking Way You Eejit