Two of these little moped feckers followed me out of a petrol station over Xmas. They were right on my bumper, side by side for a mile or so of 30mph limit, then at a set of lights they nipped in in front of me, blipping their little (bee farting in a baked bean tin ) exhausts and shouting at each other in chavese. Lights went green, they shot off with the acceleration of an earth mover, then kept slowing down whilst looking back at me laughing, then turned right without warning (their right feet scraping the ground as if they were in danger of losing grip at 5 mph) right in front of a bus. It was close and the bus driver had to brake very hard. They are not bikers, just little eejits aspiring to be roadkill. You can 'think bike' as much as you want, but as the bus driver found out you have to 'think mindless twat' as well.