Me too. I'm the owner/operator of the Big Red Beast, as it's known amongst the Scottish Megaraks. A very handy vehicle given Scottish winters, and the fact that half the time I drive on single track roads with passing places.

I'd reserve my contempt for bloody mountain-bikers, who hare about on tracks designed for people on foot. Mountain-bikers with little bells are my especial pet hate. I do recall having a discreet discussion with one a couple of years ago - a group of us were climbing a steep path, about a foot wide, and he came hurtling down ringing his little bell, quite clearly expecting us merely to leap off the path and out of his way. I think he got the picture when I grasped him firmly by the throat, and explained the difficulty of having little bells surgically removed from his fundament. Bah!

Rant over - haw haw haw!