The “WALK” sign flashed and I stepped off a curb downtown yesterday and almost walked into a bike rider who had zoomed through the light.
It happened so fast I didn't have time to offer the cyclist a candid suggestion about how he might improve himself. And that's too bad, because I really feel bike riders such as myself have a special obligation to counsel the idiots in our ranks.
No, I don't think it does much good. But you have to make the effort.
Though when two-wheel morons are zipping past they probably would not hear you say, “Boneheaded stunts like that make it easy for some people to hate us all.”