I have a confession to make: I considered harming a fellow cyclist just to make a point about how stupidly he was riding.No, I take that back. I didn’t consider it, because that would suggest there was some chance I actually would follow through. Instead, I envisioned such a dastardly deed.The scenario: I was in my car (gasp!) with my kids on Sixth Street, waiting at a red light to turn right on the way home when I noticed two cyclists we had trouble passing (it was rush hour, and Sixth Street is a busy road) a few moments earlier were riding between the lanes of traffic. We were third in line at the light, and the cyclists breezed past, turned right in front of the front car – which had to wait for the bikes to get out of the way so it could go through the now-green light – and rode away.As the cyclists came up from behind, I was amazed at their stupidity and thought about what kind of damage I could do by flinging open my door. I was surprised such a thought popped into my head, because I’m a cyclist and not a hater, but I was appalled the adult male in the lead – I’m assuming he was the dad – was showing what I assumed to be his son a reckless way to ride.It’s called lane-splitting. Cyclists and bikers both do it, and it’s legal in some countries and in California, and I understand the concept. Done right, it helps alleviate congestion and according to some studies actually improves motorcycle safety.But as these two boneheads did it, the lane-splitting didn’t do anything but put themselves at risk and anger at least one of the motorists behind them.And I’m sympathetic to the cycling cause.Thus, lane-splitting by cyclists – especially those who interrupt the flow of traffic and endanger themselves and anger others – is among my biggest gripes about cyclists.My last blog listed my top pet peeves as a cyclist relating to motorists.I promised fair play, so here goes, my biggest pet peeves about cyclists:The multipass: Cyclist pokes along well below the speed limit. Cars (patiently or im-) eventually pass, but get hung up at a stop light or sign. Cyclist works way to the front of the line, either by lane-splitting or sneaking along the curb, forcing the cars to pass again after the light changes.Co-joined cyclists: I understand the social aspect of cycling. Really, I do. Some of my best rides have been leisurely affairs in the countryside riding next to – and chatting up – my dad. That said, we’re cognizant of traffic coming up from behind, and we’re careful about blind rises and corners. Though we have the right to ride side-by-side, we go single-file when conditions dictate. I understand how motorists can get frustrated to encounter a dozen or so cyclists riding two, three, four or more abreast on narrow country roads.Look, ma, no feet: A track stand, done properly, is a beautiful thing. Talented, or at least balanced, cyclists can turn the ‘bars and, using the natural slope of the road, balance without putting a foot down until it’s time to proceed. Some cyclists can track stand for minutes, essentially motionless. It’s cool. Unfortunately, too many, me included, can’t really track stand. So they’ll pull up to a traffic signal and turn the ‘bars. Then inch forward. Wobble a little. Maybe inch forward a little more. Start to fall. Save it. Inch forward some more. You get the idea.What stop sign?: If I had to guess, I’d say cyclists are reviled more for running stop lights and signs than anything, and I have to admit it irks me, too. In truth, few vehicles – whether two- or four-wheeled – come to a complete stop at most stop signs. But rolling through signals without so much as slowing down is a good way to get dead. OK, enough hatin’. At least by me. For now.