While some of the best people I know are fabulous cyclists (shout out of awesome to Margaret, Paul, Jillian, and Charlotte), I pretty much hate other cyclists. I believe this is because the good ones, the ones who obey the rules of the road and all pertinent laws, escape my notice--both as a pedestrian and a driver. To you, I apologize for my prejudice and loathing.
Asshat cyclists are another story.
I was walking on the Burke-Gilman to work this morning, minding my own business, no headphones, not reading or knitting, walking completely distraction (and caffeine!) free. I looked over my left shoulder to "change lanes" and cross the trail to my "exit." There were two cyclists, with lights, but they were far away. I started crossing and some asshat cyclist screams at me: "Hey. Hey! HEY!!!" He came whizzing by, nearly running me down as I leapt back to the right side of the trail, and then he proceeded to give me a dirty look over his shoulder. He was going about 20 MPH, treating the Burke-Gilman like his own personal freeway. No "On your left," like the nice cyclists, no "Watch out," no brakes. Asshat!
Upside? I didn't fall over, drop knitting, or get hit.
Downside? I didn't have a stick to shove into his wheel as he passed me. >:(