Jane Caro decides to take it there:
No, it is the lone-wolf cyclist dressed to kill (I think literally) in his/her (when fully kitted-out impossible to discern gender) Lycra, bum-padded speed suit that strikes terror into every pedestrian's heart.
Really? Why go there? First cars, now pedestrians. I've been there and really don't want to get into it.
Good luck with your dogma.