Readers blog: Common sense needed on cycling

It seems that the new breed of Lycra, dark sunglasses, and lucently trainer wearing cyclists have a chip on their shoulders in regard to the amount of road space they lay claim too.
One evening recently, I was returning from a wake in Meenlaragh when I found myself stuck (driving) behind a brightly coloured male and female of the cycling species, after passing the Grotto in Ardí Beag, going up a steep enough hill, which was fine.