Who are these little men in flashy and tight clothing that scoot by on these hunched-over tiny-framed human-propelled velocipides? I see more and more of them in London. They always have a sad look on their faces and they look generally miserable. How can men sink that low? Who in the right mind cycles through busy stinking, unhealthy traffic? Do they have capacity to think or are these NPCs? And there are so many them. Are these the beta males of society? Is this the 80% of men who can't get laid? I truly wonder when I ride past them on my sport motorbike and when I sit in front of them at the red lights spouting out fumes in their faces. How do they just accept it?