Farmer friend of mine was pulling an irrigator behind his huge Fendt, came up behind a rook of "mature racing" cyclists on a country lane to his farm, all riding en masse about four abreast, stayed patiently behind for a mile or so, then sounded his horn, no response. Took a short cut and came out ahead. Waited until the irrigator was tight between two tall hedge banks and had a fag break. Got some verbal so lit a second one. Message received. Local cyclists going to work are no issue but some of these groups of "racers", especially the ones who seem to be near pensionable, take the mickey I am afraid. Some folk have work to do. The ones that delight in weaving around city centre traffic just have a death wish, especially when they fanny about around artics.