An ideal cyclist wouldn’t read such perfect prose about a pedaling pastime.
“The Ideal Cyclist is patient. He has been known to wait upwards of days for the removal of a traffic cone. When the Ideal Cyclist reaches a four-way stop near the same time as drivers, he stops, looks, waves the others through and hails a cab.”
“The Ideal Cyclist will sometimes drive her bicycle to a street where there are bike lanes to begin her trip and ask a friend to pick her up where the lanes end. She shares the road by vacating it.”
There are so many bike lanes in Regina that end no where near a potential destination, that I often joke they expect Ideal Cyclists to poof out of existence when the end of the lane is reached.
You’ll hear shock jocks on Saskatchewan radio talking about how there just aren’t enough Ideal Cyclists, and all they encounter are less than perfect people on bikes who cause them great stress while contributing nothing to society other than grief.