Cycling Creatures

Every city has its own breed of cyclist. In London cyclists are a cross between thoughtless sheep, brave lions and nimble gazelles. They nip through the traffic, braving road rage, pedestrian rage, black cab rage and bus rage. In Cambridge, cyclists are like a herd of cows, trampling over pedestrians as they thunder along the cobbled streets on the way to lectures. In Lyon, velo'V-ists resemble tourists riding elephants, looking slightly taken aback at the bulky means of transport they've ended up on. In Bristol, it is the continually rolling hills that determine the breed of cyclist. Think mountain goat or mule. Or perhaps an animal that is more red in the face, having puffed and panted its way up the unforgiving slopes, would be more suitable? Maybe Bristol cyclists are like red-faced monkeys?