Well try a cycleway in Newcastle...if the kids don't hit you with rocks (or their parents flog you for telling their kids off for throwing rocks at you), the fat as fat 3 lane wide fat cunts waddling along the shared pathway 3 a brest drinking shakes and eating ice cream manage to knock you off with their hurled abuse filled with self hatred, wild off leash dogs or children biting your legs or jamming in your spokes, the overlay focused runners with ear buds in swaying side to side wing you, or any of the many other threats of violence against cyclists don't knock you off then you're in with a good chance of being knocked down by some fucktard on a bike that is rushing to catch the peloton. That is without the constant threat of swerving cars, eggs, various canned substances,