Is it time to start calling out bad cyclists?

I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for an argument, I can tell you I don’t have one. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you promise not to call me stupid again, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

Are you the stupid younger brother of my friend Cambridge Jones?